owls to Lily Evans, Michael Scott, Homsar, and Kelly Kapoor!
Randomly owling people flowers was the cool in-crowd thing to do, so Tinky Winky hopped on the bandwagon!
All right, that's not really why. The Narrator had run out of cocaine and, irritable, had begun to snort Crystal Light drink mix powder. The results were not what he hoped and his Teletubby charge was running amok.
Thus it was that a small package arrived for Lily Evans -- a present, accompanied by a note upon which a Dictaquill had written:
FWOWAH!!!
It wouldn't be Brokeback Thursday if Tinky Winky didn't send his fiance Michael Scott a present, either.
And because his antenna told him so, Tinky Winky sent an inexplicable floral gift to Professor Homsar, as well. His antenna seemed to feel they'd be getting to know one another, and the next object to emerge from Tinky Winky's magical handbag seemed fitting for a song from the sixties like Homsar.
So much for Tinky Winky's inexhaustible funbag. Meanwhile, the Narrator was fretting. In his drug-deprived state, he'd become a regular bridezilla. Time to pester Kelly Kapoor...
Dear Maid of Honor.
We must talk. We must talk about this wedding.
Item 1. Wardrobe. Tinky Winky's favorite tutu has been eaten by a wombat.
Item 2. Refreshments. There must be Crystal Light at this wedding. It is imperative. It must be pink Crystal Light.
Item 3. Celebrant. We have found one. His name is Dr. Indiana Jones. He is the embodiment of everything this wedding stands for. Or he will be, if we can get him to wear a lei.
Item 4. Entertainment. Tinky Winky's new favorite band is a bard called Elan who lives somewhere around here. His vocal stylings are a must. If you do not hire him to sing at the wedding, Tinky Winky will have a very unpleasant meltdown. It will not be photogenic.
Item 5. Wardrobe. What do you mean, I already said that? Wardrobe. What will Michael wear? He has to look gorgeous.
At this point in the dictation, the Teletubby piped up, happily providing a vocal signature:
TINKY WINKY!!!
All right, that's not really why. The Narrator had run out of cocaine and, irritable, had begun to snort Crystal Light drink mix powder. The results were not what he hoped and his Teletubby charge was running amok.
Thus it was that a small package arrived for Lily Evans -- a present, accompanied by a note upon which a Dictaquill had written:
FWOWAH!!!
It wouldn't be Brokeback Thursday if Tinky Winky didn't send his fiance Michael Scott a present, either.
And because his antenna told him so, Tinky Winky sent an inexplicable floral gift to Professor Homsar, as well. His antenna seemed to feel they'd be getting to know one another, and the next object to emerge from Tinky Winky's magical handbag seemed fitting for a song from the sixties like Homsar.
So much for Tinky Winky's inexhaustible funbag. Meanwhile, the Narrator was fretting. In his drug-deprived state, he'd become a regular bridezilla. Time to pester Kelly Kapoor...
Dear Maid of Honor.
We must talk. We must talk about this wedding.
Item 1. Wardrobe. Tinky Winky's favorite tutu has been eaten by a wombat.
Item 2. Refreshments. There must be Crystal Light at this wedding. It is imperative. It must be pink Crystal Light.
Item 3. Celebrant. We have found one. His name is Dr. Indiana Jones. He is the embodiment of everything this wedding stands for. Or he will be, if we can get him to wear a lei.
Item 4. Entertainment. Tinky Winky's new favorite band is a bard called Elan who lives somewhere around here. His vocal stylings are a must. If you do not hire him to sing at the wedding, Tinky Winky will have a very unpleasant meltdown. It will not be photogenic.
Item 5. Wardrobe. What do you mean, I already said that? Wardrobe. What will Michael wear? He has to look gorgeous.
At this point in the dictation, the Teletubby piped up, happily providing a vocal signature:
TINKY WINKY!!!