So, cassi suggested that we do another Midnight collaboration, and I guess we are going to. maybe more then one!
Ideas, Ideas... we must brainstorm the possibilities.
The Tale of The Misfortunate Turtle.
There once was a turtle. (of course, it wasn't just a turtle, it had those turtle awesomeness qualities) His name was charlie (and the chocolate factory....no...just no) He lived with the snappiest tape measure you could ever use. In a cardboard box, in a closet, in a room, in a house, in a town. (etc.) This closet was quite dank and dirty, with the tape measure being the landlord of it all.
One day, Charlie went window shopping ('cause that's all he can afford) and saw a pair of Lipstick pink (you know, that lipstick pink colour that everyone knows, although there is many shades) pants. Tempted to no end, he entered the store and bought the pants (yes, turtles can wear pants, or at least this one can) with his rent money. Returning home, wearing the lipstick pink pants, and feeling mighty manly, he realized that it was the first of the month and rent was due. Dreading the moment where he had to face the snappy tape measure (lets call her sassafrass) and tell her that he spent the money on pants, he trudged home rather slowly (well, slow for a turtle).
She met him at the door, in all her snappyness and demanded the $24 that he owed her to live in the box, in the closet, in a room, in a house, in a town (etc.)
When she realized he was wearing his rent money, she demanded that he leave the cardboard box.
He walked around the closet all night, sobbing about being homeless, until he realized that he was indeed a turtle, with those turtle-e awesome qualities, and had a home attached to his back. so he found a darker corner, cleaned up some of the dankness, and hunkered down to stay for a while. Quite happy in his lipstick pink pants. Then some teenaged emo kid that had to clean his room opened the closet, and threw all his dirty clothes in it, suffocating the turtle in the emo kids lipstick pink pants. oh the irony.
The moral of the story is:
Any she-male or he-she is automatically called katie, because that's just the way it is. And katie is my idol.
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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
They have frickin' bots here?
And why is a she-male your idol?
This is what happens when I don't talk to you for a couple of days. I wake up and you've run across the border into bizarro world.
And it figures that a tape measure would be a snappy femme. Those snappy femme tape measures are always haters on those turtles with lipstick pink pants. In all their coolness and/or awesomeness.
Stupid tapemeasures. You'll get your come-uppance.
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