My favorite part of the life of a sock is when the "voice" begins to unravel.
The character that was haphazardly created--usually by someone driven by a lot of OCD and not an ounce of playwriting or character-writing skills--begins to lose the few distinctive characteristics of the initial postings and just starts to sound like the same-old, same-old of the voice of the original sicko poster.
This is usually followed by a full-fledged fuchsia, complete with crimson, jaundice, magenta and, ultimately, nan or blackness.
Angry Deer, Robbie.
It wasn't stupid, it just wanted revenge.
I think today has seen hints of raw umber and champagne.
And with all due respect to iflit's colors (I wish I knew her), should one be added to reflect a constant need to gif instead of actually type something?
Updated On: 8/13/13 at 02:12 PM
The aggrieved widower was Angry.
But I believe the initial remark that caused the brouhaha was 'stupid deer.'
Oh wow, you are 100% right! I had forgotten that. Lol!
Good times
Good times...
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/31/69
It was someone's boyfriend who was killed (?) in a car crash with a "stupid deer" that enraged Angry Deer. He came to the boards to tell his side of the story and to mourn the lovely lady deer who was mowed down by "Stupid Jason."
By the time that was over I was as much in love with Carol as her grieving widower.
"Could have been Killed".
Until I've met you in person, friended you on Facebook or have a friend who has met you/can vouch for your existance, you're a sock.
Argyle? Sweat? Trouser?
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
This thread is like BWW Whodunnit! As we partake in breakfast, we all start from a loud CRASH heard outside the front of the house. With a combination of minor trepidation and morbid curiosity, we appropriately shudder then sprint to the front lawn. A smoking car appears to have swerved from the drive of the mansion towards some elaborate shrubbery and on the dented hood and cracked windshield is the carcass of a deer. There is a large gaping hole in the driver's side of the windshield and Brendan Stryker's bloodied body is seen draped on the iguana-shaped topiary.
"I can't believe he's dead!" Beergoggles shrieks and bursts into tears. Mister Matt rolls his eyes. Namo and Reginald Tresilian return to the table in search of salmon and capers. RobbieJ downs his mimosa in one gulp, glances around and says, "Where Giles? We need a pun." PalJoey clutches his pearls, reaches for tazber and exclaims, "Have you seen anything so horrible?!?!" Taz shakes his head and replies, "Eh. I've seen worse."
This cardiac nurse is going to get to the bottom of Brendan Stryker!
Broadway Legend Joined: 10/18/04
"It wasn't stupid, it just wanted revenge."
Taz wins the Angry Deer movie poster tagline contest.
Mister Matt, that was brilliant.
And blueroses, I agree about the tagline!
'Brendan Stryker's bloodied body is seen draped on the iguana-shaped topiary.'
It's that level of detail that made is just marvelous.
I know the film of "My Fair Lady" plays into this somehow!
She discovered a clue! "Deer Diary..."
Poirot is on the case!
Ask Audrey Hepburn!
Broadway Legend Joined: 8/13/09
I'm going to assume that it was all a set up, the whole thing was masterminded by a balding parrot.
PalJoey clutches his pearls, reaches for tazber and exclaims, "Have you seen anything so horrible?!?!"
You left out only the exclamatory introduction "Oh, my dear..."
Despite any evidence to support her claims, suestorm insists it was the work of trained monkeys. The rest of the house breathes a collective sigh of relief knowing they are safe from harm for at least another week. Mister Matt nervously snickers and a booger flies out of his nose. Taz places a reassuring hand on Mister Matt's shoulder and says, "Eh. I've seen worse." RobbieJ flounces into the library and exclaims, "Dana! Stop looking for clues!" He points to suestorm and exclaims, "Trained monkeys! No...put that book down, it doesn't matter...TRAINED. MONKEYS." Reg begins stirring martinis for almost everyone. A muffled snort comes from the sofa. Slowly, StockardFan sits up, looks around and drowsily asks, "What did I miss?"
I hope this never ends.
LOL Mister Matt! You should have written Whodunnit (or have you been writing it all along?).
I love the bit about "trained monkeys."
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