Rav a écrit Mais je suis fatigué
Moi aussi. Bon soir, mes amis.
Bon soir, Bitchalina.
Oh, I love a man in fatigues! Just last week, a colleague's son came in his. He was très hot!
Tu est le vouche gros.
And you're a douche!
How dare you.
SM2, please. She's 15.
I dare cause I care.
Hi, guys!
Has anyone seen ~FloweryFriend~'s new avatar??? It's a great pic of her!!!
I've been called a douche enough times. I run with a pretty lame crowd.
Hey kids!
Somebody pay attention to me.
Good Morning, all you Legendary Avatarians!
Morning D2 and fellow Avatarians...Happy Monday...I wish I was still in bed although it looks like it's gonna be another beautiful day in the Big Apple !!!
Rav, you're my douche, so it's okay. It's better to be someone's douche than just a plain douche bag. Right, SM2?
Morning all.
So not ready for this week to begin.
Morning Tazzy !!! Where the hell is that brother of yours?
Boobs, I haven't seen Jason sonce Friday night! He didn't even make it to dinner over our folks' house last night.
All I can guess is that he's working his way up the east coast.
Morning Boobs! Morning Taz!
Okay, here you go: RATH, PART 3 (For those of you just joining the thread, or may have missed the earlier installments, PART 1 of Rath's story is on page 41, PART 2 is on page 43.)
RATH PART 3: HER OPENING
Now a millionaire more than 40 times over, thanks to her baking and business acumen (and a Swiss Bank Account that paid an extremely high interest rate), Rath has become a solo producer and personally bankrolled one of the most ambitious projects in musical theater history: a repertory company devoted solely to the production of classic musicals from the Golden Age of Broadway. Her first season was destined to be epic: revivals of FOLLIES, CANDIDE, THE GOLDEN APPLE and reworkings of DUDE and VIA GALACTICA. “Give the musical theater fans what they want, and they'll come multiple times” was her motto, and having listened intently to every stage door Scott, Jeff and Bruce over the years, she reasoned her first season was perfect. Knowing that the demand for seats was going to be huge, she booked the largest theater in New York for a full 9 month season, and lured the most coveted aging Broadway ingénue in history, Large Blonde Legend, to star in all 5 productions. Excitement among the theater cognoscenti was huge, but as the opening date for the first production neared Rath began to notice that the advance sales were not as high as anticipated. The opening nights were all sold out, but the other 99 performances of each show were not selling well. Nonetheless, Rath reasoned that the stellar reviews she was expecting would help push each show over the top and into the black.
The opening night of FOLLIES was indeed spectacular and the reviews were unanimous raves. Every Scott, Jeff and Bruce in attendance that night leapt to their feet after every single number, and when Large Blonde Legend took her curtain call, the ancient house (and star) almost crumbled from the shock wave of noise. But then a strange thing happened. Despite the reviews and the excellent word of mouth, the general audience stayed away in droves. Each subsequent production that season repeated the strange phenomena: good reviews, adoration from all the SJBs, as Rath had nicknamed them, and empty houses. The much anticipated revivals of DUDE and VIA GALACTICA were even worse – they didn’t even receive good notices. By June, after operating each production at a serious loss, Rath found she had gone through $39, 999, 997 of her 40 mil, and the extra few million in interest that would have kept her solvent was not allowed to leave Switzerland, and because of her agreement with Keebler when she sold SWEET BUNS, she was not allowed to enter Switzerland. (It had something to do with very complicated Swiss Chocolate laws.) What was she to do? Alone, with only $3,000 to her name, 3 working fingers and partially blind (remember that horrible baking accident?) Rath had nowhere to turn and began to wander the streets aimlessly. She realized she had only one alternative – she would have to do the one thing she had vowed never to do: follow in her mother’s footsteps and sell the only thing she had left. But, once again, Lady Luck smiled on Rath, and before she could go back into her mother’s business, she decided to have a drink to fortify her courage. She walked resolutely into the first bar she came across, The Lipstick Room, and it was then and there she fortuitously met the woman who would change her life forever: Sister Mary Monk, the mother superior of the Convent of the Lebanese Sisters of Perpetual Adoration. After a long, soul searching discussion and 87 Benedictine and Brandies, Rath knew her future was taken care of. She would take her vows and become a nun.
Tune in tomorrow for RATH PART 4: SISTER MARY RATH
*Post deleted cause I can't comprehend yet this early on a Monday*
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
I think I'll just print "The Saga of Rath" out an dread it on the bus....just too early to read.
Now Tazzy..do we need to go on a search for Jason?
He always find his way back eventually. He did call mom to say he wouldn't be coming last night so I know he's ok.
If we get really worried we usually dress up some guy in sexy underwear and leave him out like a sacrifice. Jay's "divining rod" leads him right back.
Nice to know he called to let everyone know that he's okay...know about Jay's rod....
Morning, trampettes!
Morning Jaily. Nice basket shot.
Morning Jaily! Great pic in the Church Thread. Now I understand why you're a basketball star!
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