Not Exactly a Cary Grant/ Audrey Hepburn Movie
On to other lame things that happened to T.O.C.E. when I was on Blogging Strike:
5) T.O.C.E. and her human posse threw a sort-of going away suprise party for C.apeshit. I say sort of because a) C.apeshit wasn't leaving until August and b) the element of suprise was a little half-hearted. Part of this might stem from the fact that they recently threw the girl a suprise birthday party, one that shocked her so much she nearly had a seizure, or peed, or both. So, The Purple Rose of Hemlock invited C.apeshit over for an evening of fizzy water, booze and their fave TV show. When C.apeshit arrived, she went straight to the kitchen, where a sumptuous pot luck for seven was set up. "Wha?" she wondered audibly. Then she walked into the living room, where all the merry revelers were just sitting there, not hiding, and they all sort of went "yaaaaaaay." Like in Bullwinkle cartoons. After snarfing down food and drinking from The World's Largest Bottle of Syrrah (donated by the not-present H.W.D.N.T.B.N.) they decided to play MFA Charades, which is sort of like regular charades, only with lots of grumpiness, over-analysis and (in the case of The One Called Riley) rage. Several things made T.O.C.E. laugh until her throat was sore. Like when C.apeshit tried to convince everyone that, by just rolling up one pant leg, she was giving her team a foolproof clue to the phrase "Punky Brewster." Or, even better, when she spent about 15 minutes miming hacking off her own ankles, then doing something like a sun salutation, ending the gesture with a classic Captain Morgan Pose. She was shocked when nobody could guess what she was doing. All those gestures were to mimic George Washington, committer of that famous cherry tree "fib"-- which sounds like the second syllable of her word, "amphibian." Obviously.
More hilarity tomorrow!
5) T.O.C.E. and her human posse threw a sort-of going away suprise party for C.apeshit. I say sort of because a) C.apeshit wasn't leaving until August and b) the element of suprise was a little half-hearted. Part of this might stem from the fact that they recently threw the girl a suprise birthday party, one that shocked her so much she nearly had a seizure, or peed, or both. So, The Purple Rose of Hemlock invited C.apeshit over for an evening of fizzy water, booze and their fave TV show. When C.apeshit arrived, she went straight to the kitchen, where a sumptuous pot luck for seven was set up. "Wha?" she wondered audibly. Then she walked into the living room, where all the merry revelers were just sitting there, not hiding, and they all sort of went "yaaaaaaay." Like in Bullwinkle cartoons. After snarfing down food and drinking from The World's Largest Bottle of Syrrah (donated by the not-present H.W.D.N.T.B.N.) they decided to play MFA Charades, which is sort of like regular charades, only with lots of grumpiness, over-analysis and (in the case of The One Called Riley) rage. Several things made T.O.C.E. laugh until her throat was sore. Like when C.apeshit tried to convince everyone that, by just rolling up one pant leg, she was giving her team a foolproof clue to the phrase "Punky Brewster." Or, even better, when she spent about 15 minutes miming hacking off her own ankles, then doing something like a sun salutation, ending the gesture with a classic Captain Morgan Pose. She was shocked when nobody could guess what she was doing. All those gestures were to mimic George Washington, committer of that famous cherry tree "fib"-- which sounds like the second syllable of her word, "amphibian." Obviously.
More hilarity tomorrow!
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