Best Enemies Forever XOXOXO

[raefinlay]

A night with da boyz. (This will require some translation. Fortunately, I speak Kitty.)

Schrody: *lounges languidly on bed* I really gotta go poo-poo. But the litterbox in here has exactly one more old poo-poo in it than the litterbox in the livingroom. *eyes the Butler Gauntlet*
Butler: *lounges languidly in doorway* Go ahead, white boy. Make my day.
Schrody: Mee-ew?
Butler: *sucks head into neck* *looks scary*
Rae: Boyz, don't make me sing to you again.
Schrody: *meows once more! with feeling!* *sounds like neutered choir boy*
Butler: *growls* Yo Mama.
Rae: *sings* Ebony and ivoreeee, live together in perfect harmoneeee...
Schrody: *worried now* Poo-poo in the grody litterbox? Or face the scary black dude? Aaagh!
Butler: *Pretends to look away, in classic stealth maneuver*
Schrody: *jumps off of bed, creeps toward doorway*
Rae: *louder now* Oh, Lord, why don't weeeeee?
Butler: *waits for perfect moment* *pounces!*
Schrody: SCREEECH! *runs under futon*
Butler: YOWL!!! *runs under futon*
Rae: Woooo! *shuts bedroom door on them both and goes to bed*

Comments

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

Have you tried counting the number of poop-related entries you make?

I would, but I can't count over eight. The numbers just start repeating once I try to go higher. *sigh!*

[ccfinlay.livejournal.com]

I gave up when I got to number 2: my brain entered a permanent feedback loop.