2I haven't updated in . . . forever. Yaaay . . . Well, someone reviewed (aka- the best person ever) so I have a renewed wish to write! My writing style has changed a bit since then, so I hope I'm still *kinda* funny.
Danica Zane Oliza Urban
Uhhhhh . . .
OLIZA COBRINA SHARDAE! WHAT WERE YOU DOING?
Its, lyk, kalld kizzin!
. . . What?
"It's called kissing"
Oh. Er, well, don't . . . uh . . . do it anymore?
Great parenting.
Oh, shut up.
But, Mo-om-
NO BUTS! You're grounded!
*COLLECTIVE GASP*
Not like that!
Oh
Sorry I thought so little of you, ma'am.
Of course that's not what you meant.
What are you saying?!
I'm not saying anything . . .
Not you!
Me?
NO!
You know, honey, you look so pretty when-
DON'T EVEN!
What?
You know what!
Wha-at?
YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHAT!
I DON'T, YOU MANGY PEICE OF CAT FOOD, NOW TELL ME OR SO HELP ME ACHMED!
Achmed?
He's a terrorist.
Oh.
Don't cry, Tuuli Thea, shh, shh, it's okay. . .
Oh. Shit.
Damn straight daddy-o, now go be a man!
Oliza shoves her father towards the crying Danica.
Aaaaaaand CUT! I know it's still a peice of crap, but if anyone's reading this, would they mind reviewing? It honestly makes my day!
CRU-UD! I forgot a disclaimer. But, if Amelia Atwater-Rhodes came on here or a laywer did, don't you think they'd know I'm not her? Oh, and I don't own Achmed. I think I spelled it wrong. It's A-C-phlegm-H-M-E-D, right? (that was one of his bits, how to spell Achmed's name)