Cool Money, MY way continues :-)
I should have had this up on freakin' MONDAY, dammit. 'Cause I really did have it all set to go, I swears. But something happened and I can't remember what. I dunno. My world is a bucket full of pizza and AAAAAAHHHHH!stress. So I'm just gonna shut it now and post this damn thing before I start blabbering and bore myself to sleep. LJ's been a major snooze fest lately, what's the deal? Where is everyone?
For your reference and referral, here are the previous installments:
Cool Money, MY way: It Starts!
Cool Money, MY way: Part Deux
Alrighty. Let's take a deep breath and ease in here slowly. No way am I topping last time, 'cause even I have to admit it was pretty cool. No pun intended. So don't shoot me if this one blows ass, please. I'm just the messenger.
Well, okay--I guess you CAN shoot me :)
ETA: OMG. See above. "For your reference and referral"???? *hits floor* Now THERE'S your proof that I need food and sleep. God, I am such an idiot. XD!! lol...
JAMES: *uber-glomps* OMG, get me away from the crazy horny old woman.
WIFE WOMAN: Sweetie, I’m much hornier than she is and I’ve been stalking you for months.
WIFE DUDETTE: Squee!! *wibble* Like, teehee, OMG!!! Eeeeee!!! *nuzzles* I’m playing your wife and we get to make out and, like, eeeheehee!!! I could SO die, right NOW!!!
JAMES: After all that, you BETTER be hot.
JAMES: Yeah. You’ll do.
WIFE CHICK: Oh, honey muffin! Now stop that!
JAMES: A bit older than what I usually go for, but you’ll do.
WIFEY-POO: I just turned 19 yesterday. And YOU just grabbed my ass, so don’t deny it! *sing-songy* You like me!
JAMES: Nice lips... creamy skin... make me... want to... be BAAAD... Yeah! ... You’ll do.
WIFEY LADY: Well, no doy, you silly boy! You’re still grabbing my ass.
JAMES: Let’s nuzzle noses and talk about that later.
Awww!!
JAMES: So, am I forgiven?
WIFE CHICA: Yes, I’m in Heaven.
JAMES: But am I forgiven?
WIFE CHICA: Yes, when I’m with you.
JAMES: I’m forgiven, then?
WIFE CHICA: What, sweetie?
JAMES: Do you forgive me?
WIFE CHICA: What for?
JAMES: *nuzzles*
WIFE CHICA: Squeeheeheehee!!!!!
** Two days(?) later. Who the hell knows or cares.
JAMES: Hey there, cupcake. Give daddy some sugah.
JAMES: Are you even wearing panties under there?
WIFEY: Shhh. Don’t wake up our fake child.
JAMES: *grope* You’re not! You’re all commando, you little Stepford ho, you!
WIFEBOT: Weeheehee!! Meehoohoohoo!!! Like, OMG!! *writhes* Do that again.
JAMES: Shit. We woke the fake kid up. Or rather, your Ritalin-deprived giggling woke her up.
WIFEY: Uh-oh!! I was a bad girl! And now that she’s awake, you can totally grope me again! Come on! Smack my bottom!
JAMES: I think the poor thing’s all confused now. Or traumatized. We should take her to McDonalds or something. Get her mind off it.
WIFEY: Yes, let’s clog her arteries to solve her problems.
JAMES: Hey, I like Happy Meals! And their breakfast sandwiches kick everyone’s ass.
WIFE DITZ: Eeee!! Heehee!! Weee!!! Teeheeheemeeheehee... Mmm... how do you stay so skinny eating that junk? Mmmm... yeah... right there!
JAMES: An insane amount... *purrs* of wild... delicious... *smooch* hours-long... nights... insatiably indulging in... *nuzzles*... Red Bull.
WIFEY DOO: Duh huh?
JAMES: Hey, get your face back over here. I wasn’t done with that side yet.
WIFEY DOOF: Mmmff.
JAMES: *enters Irresistible Lip Bite mode* Or we could just move on to the other side now, you frisky little tart, you.
WIFE LADY: An energy drink? Really? That’s your secret to keeping thin?
JAMES: I’m using my best moves on you and all you’re thinking about is getting WEIGHT LOSS tips outta me?
JAMES: Yo, Himber! Did you hear that one? Apparently I’m losing my powers. Maybe I should retire and see if the Red Bull people will pay me to endorse their product.
WIFEY FANGIRL: Knock it OFF! *grope* You’re not going anywhere. So make out with me.
Nibblet wants to be an insanely wacko jealous fangirl over this pic, but she can’t help but smile at how sweet it is. I mean, for once the hyper!crazed wife-actress isn’t acting like she’s going to glomp James to the floor and make this movie X-rated, and James is doing his sweet, tender kissing thing that makes all of us turn to goo. It’s just a lovely little moment and I ♥ looking at it. Also? CHEEKBONES!
JAMES: Wha--? Nibblet rendered speechless!?! Somebody take a picture, stat. God knows when THIS will happen again.
NIBBLET: Okay, let’s find out. Drop your pants.
SOME ACTOR: *hugs James* Hi! Glad to be working with you, bro! I’m a huge fan! Whoa, who’s the hottie ya got over there?
JAMES: Who the fuck is this tool?
SOME ACTOR: I’m Jason Schombing! I play your second cousin-Phil!
JAMES: Yeeeeeah... Okay. If you say so.
FANBOY ACTOR: You know-Jason Schombing!! I was “Bridge Business Man” in Fantastic Four and I just finished Shades of Black: The Conrad Black Story!
JAMES: Uh... huh. So why are you here?
RANDOM ACTOR: I was available and I was a good typecast!
JAMES: Ahhhhh. Clearly a low-budget production attempt to keep costs down by shopping on the D-list. I get it.
JAMES: And again with the nauseating shirt. Are they TRYING to barfetise me? I think I’ve lost my will to headtilt.
JAMES: *is the CUTEST* I guess I’m forever doomed to be put in gagtastic clothes and nude scenes. Must be my lot in life. The price for being so fantastically gorgeous.
JAMES: I knew I should have been a model. At least then there would have been better clothes along WITH the nakedness.
JAMES: Yes, brain trust, this is the part where you jump in and say that I’m too great an actor to waste my talent on modeling. But I guess you really wouldn’t-
JAMES: Whassat? (Oh... Soooooo pretty!!! Eyes!)
JAMES: You think I would’ve been a perfect model? (Hellz yeah!!)
JAMES: I was just playing around, ya know... Teasing. (Sure you were-we can see it in your eyes, babes)
JAMES: *wistfully* I coulda been an Abercrombie & Fitch boy...
FANS EVERYWHERE: *laugh our asses off*
JAMES: Yeah, even La Bamba here couldn’t swallow THAT one.
CHEAP ACTOR GUY: It’s Schombing. Jason Schom-
JAMES: Would you mind leaving now? My wife and I want to have sex.
JAMES: Oooh, look. I didn’t lose my will to headtilt after all. In fact, this is one of my career best. If you can ignore the God-awful shirt.
NOT-IMPORTANT-ENOUGH-TO-SHOW-ANYMORE-GUY: Well, I do know how to take a cue, so I guess I’ll exit stage “right” now!
JAMES AND WIFEY CHICK: . . . .
WIFEY PERSON WOMAN: That was... sad.
JAMES: What was that dude’s name again? Schnitzel?
WIFE WOMAN: Did he say he was an actor? I swear he’s a member of the Max Weinberg 7 from Conan O’Brien’s show.
JAMES: Well, he was bragging about being in Fantastic Four, which is enough to scare me.
JAMES: Of course, that means he was on the set of a big screen Jessica Alba flick, whereas I get slobbered on by a geriatric Lois Lane in this goobery wad of lame.
WIFEBOT: Are we really gonna have sex!?!
As always, stay tuned for the next round. Just gonna do another run-thru to make sure it's all ready and then I'll post it next week--earlier, if I'm yelled at ;) Again, my deepest and most profoundest (profoundest?) apologies for the lateness of this one. And Steph? I wanted to tweak a few more things on thine birthday goody, so that's why I haven't posted it yet. PLEASE don't hate me. I couldn't bear it. I'm just such a damn perfectionist sometimes, I think I sabotage things before they're even done.... *headdesk*
Hope no one's been eaten by a T-Rex, judging by all the QUIET around here :S
For your reference and referral, here are the previous installments:
Cool Money, MY way: It Starts!
Cool Money, MY way: Part Deux
Alrighty. Let's take a deep breath and ease in here slowly. No way am I topping last time, 'cause even I have to admit it was pretty cool. No pun intended. So don't shoot me if this one blows ass, please. I'm just the messenger.
Well, okay--I guess you CAN shoot me :)
ETA: OMG. See above. "For your reference and referral"???? *hits floor* Now THERE'S your proof that I need food and sleep. God, I am such an idiot. XD!! lol...
JAMES: *uber-glomps* OMG, get me away from the crazy horny old woman.
WIFE WOMAN: Sweetie, I’m much hornier than she is and I’ve been stalking you for months.
WIFE DUDETTE: Squee!! *wibble* Like, teehee, OMG!!! Eeeeee!!! *nuzzles* I’m playing your wife and we get to make out and, like, eeeheehee!!! I could SO die, right NOW!!!
JAMES: After all that, you BETTER be hot.
JAMES: Yeah. You’ll do.
WIFE CHICK: Oh, honey muffin! Now stop that!
JAMES: A bit older than what I usually go for, but you’ll do.
WIFEY-POO: I just turned 19 yesterday. And YOU just grabbed my ass, so don’t deny it! *sing-songy* You like me!
JAMES: Nice lips... creamy skin... make me... want to... be BAAAD... Yeah! ... You’ll do.
WIFEY LADY: Well, no doy, you silly boy! You’re still grabbing my ass.
JAMES: Let’s nuzzle noses and talk about that later.
Awww!!
JAMES: So, am I forgiven?
WIFE CHICA: Yes, I’m in Heaven.
JAMES: But am I forgiven?
WIFE CHICA: Yes, when I’m with you.
JAMES: I’m forgiven, then?
WIFE CHICA: What, sweetie?
JAMES: Do you forgive me?
WIFE CHICA: What for?
JAMES: *nuzzles*
WIFE CHICA: Squeeheeheehee!!!!!
** Two days(?) later. Who the hell knows or cares.
JAMES: Hey there, cupcake. Give daddy some sugah.
JAMES: Are you even wearing panties under there?
WIFEY: Shhh. Don’t wake up our fake child.
JAMES: *grope* You’re not! You’re all commando, you little Stepford ho, you!
WIFEBOT: Weeheehee!! Meehoohoohoo!!! Like, OMG!! *writhes* Do that again.
JAMES: Shit. We woke the fake kid up. Or rather, your Ritalin-deprived giggling woke her up.
WIFEY: Uh-oh!! I was a bad girl! And now that she’s awake, you can totally grope me again! Come on! Smack my bottom!
JAMES: I think the poor thing’s all confused now. Or traumatized. We should take her to McDonalds or something. Get her mind off it.
WIFEY: Yes, let’s clog her arteries to solve her problems.
JAMES: Hey, I like Happy Meals! And their breakfast sandwiches kick everyone’s ass.
WIFE DITZ: Eeee!! Heehee!! Weee!!! Teeheeheemeeheehee... Mmm... how do you stay so skinny eating that junk? Mmmm... yeah... right there!
JAMES: An insane amount... *purrs* of wild... delicious... *smooch* hours-long... nights... insatiably indulging in... *nuzzles*... Red Bull.
WIFEY DOO: Duh huh?
JAMES: Hey, get your face back over here. I wasn’t done with that side yet.
WIFEY DOOF: Mmmff.
JAMES: *enters Irresistible Lip Bite mode* Or we could just move on to the other side now, you frisky little tart, you.
WIFE LADY: An energy drink? Really? That’s your secret to keeping thin?
JAMES: I’m using my best moves on you and all you’re thinking about is getting WEIGHT LOSS tips outta me?
JAMES: Yo, Himber! Did you hear that one? Apparently I’m losing my powers. Maybe I should retire and see if the Red Bull people will pay me to endorse their product.
WIFEY FANGIRL: Knock it OFF! *grope* You’re not going anywhere. So make out with me.
Nibblet wants to be an insanely wacko jealous fangirl over this pic, but she can’t help but smile at how sweet it is. I mean, for once the hyper!crazed wife-actress isn’t acting like she’s going to glomp James to the floor and make this movie X-rated, and James is doing his sweet, tender kissing thing that makes all of us turn to goo. It’s just a lovely little moment and I ♥ looking at it. Also? CHEEKBONES!
JAMES: Wha--? Nibblet rendered speechless!?! Somebody take a picture, stat. God knows when THIS will happen again.
NIBBLET: Okay, let’s find out. Drop your pants.
SOME ACTOR: *hugs James* Hi! Glad to be working with you, bro! I’m a huge fan! Whoa, who’s the hottie ya got over there?
JAMES: Who the fuck is this tool?
SOME ACTOR: I’m Jason Schombing! I play your second cousin-Phil!
JAMES: Yeeeeeah... Okay. If you say so.
FANBOY ACTOR: You know-Jason Schombing!! I was “Bridge Business Man” in Fantastic Four and I just finished Shades of Black: The Conrad Black Story!
JAMES: Uh... huh. So why are you here?
RANDOM ACTOR: I was available and I was a good typecast!
JAMES: Ahhhhh. Clearly a low-budget production attempt to keep costs down by shopping on the D-list. I get it.
JAMES: And again with the nauseating shirt. Are they TRYING to barfetise me? I think I’ve lost my will to headtilt.
JAMES: *is the CUTEST* I guess I’m forever doomed to be put in gagtastic clothes and nude scenes. Must be my lot in life. The price for being so fantastically gorgeous.
JAMES: I knew I should have been a model. At least then there would have been better clothes along WITH the nakedness.
JAMES: Yes, brain trust, this is the part where you jump in and say that I’m too great an actor to waste my talent on modeling. But I guess you really wouldn’t-
JAMES: Whassat? (Oh... Soooooo pretty!!! Eyes!)
JAMES: You think I would’ve been a perfect model? (Hellz yeah!!)
JAMES: I was just playing around, ya know... Teasing. (Sure you were-we can see it in your eyes, babes)
JAMES: *wistfully* I coulda been an Abercrombie & Fitch boy...
FANS EVERYWHERE: *laugh our asses off*
JAMES: Yeah, even La Bamba here couldn’t swallow THAT one.
CHEAP ACTOR GUY: It’s Schombing. Jason Schom-
JAMES: Would you mind leaving now? My wife and I want to have sex.
JAMES: Oooh, look. I didn’t lose my will to headtilt after all. In fact, this is one of my career best. If you can ignore the God-awful shirt.
NOT-IMPORTANT-ENOUGH-TO-SHOW-ANYMORE-GUY: Well, I do know how to take a cue, so I guess I’ll exit stage “right” now!
JAMES AND WIFEY CHICK: . . . .
WIFEY PERSON WOMAN: That was... sad.
JAMES: What was that dude’s name again? Schnitzel?
WIFE WOMAN: Did he say he was an actor? I swear he’s a member of the Max Weinberg 7 from Conan O’Brien’s show.
JAMES: Well, he was bragging about being in Fantastic Four, which is enough to scare me.
JAMES: Of course, that means he was on the set of a big screen Jessica Alba flick, whereas I get slobbered on by a geriatric Lois Lane in this goobery wad of lame.
WIFEBOT: Are we really gonna have sex!?!
As always, stay tuned for the next round. Just gonna do another run-thru to make sure it's all ready and then I'll post it next week--earlier, if I'm yelled at ;) Again, my deepest and most profoundest (profoundest?) apologies for the lateness of this one. And Steph? I wanted to tweak a few more things on thine birthday goody, so that's why I haven't posted it yet. PLEASE don't hate me. I couldn't bear it. I'm just such a damn perfectionist sometimes, I think I sabotage things before they're even done.... *headdesk*
Hope no one's been eaten by a T-Rex, judging by all the QUIET around here :S