April 14, 2009

Shawn: Man, I have been here. Money woes force you to pour yourself into superhero drag so you can work the comic book convention circuit. On your lunch break you partake in an ill-advised and completely indiscreet crotch surfing session with the no-neck essaying the Incredible Hulk behind the manga booth. At the end of the day, you collapse exhausted and defiled upon your shimmering, satiny bed that wouldn’t look out of place in a sultan’s zenana, wondering where it all went wrong. Burgundy and plum are the colors of your dreams, wherein you’re a reclining Scheherazade dining on dates or Princess Aura from Flash Gordon hurling throw pillows at a clumsy serving wench. Ultimately, your fetish for charmeuse satin and light bondage play are realized when the swarthy harem keeper of the oil sheik forces himself on you. Your sole saving grace is your kindly and dexterous roommate Charlotte, who affirms that it’s OK to skip your core workout with the exercise ball. Then she makes you a Mojito and you both watch True Blood.

Dash: “Kathy, this isn’t the first time a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon has punctured on route. But isn’t it fortunate for our festive New York crowd that our wounded Spiderman landed safely on the “I Dream of Jeannie” float that was three blocks behind us, to rest and recuperate for all the kids next year!
Yes, this IS the season of miracles! Yes-sir-ree!”


 
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