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fandomhigh2010-04-01 08:42 am
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All-Sexuality Support Group, A Classroom, Thursday After Classes [4/1]
Luckily for all of you, Gabrielle had no concept of April Fool's Day, so the arrangement of snacks (including nachos, gummi bears, and doughnuts today) wasn't pranked. Nor were there any trick drink cups that would make you dribble on yourself, whoopee cushions on the chairs, or toy kaleidoscopes that would leave a ring around your eye. (She was on to all of those things, though. Xena liked playing practical jokes on her on her birthday, and thus had totally invented all these things already. Look. Go with it. And never mind that Gabrielle still fell for the jokes every time.)
Unluckily for all of you, Emmett not only had a concept, he thought he was funny.
"Hey, lads and lassies and check here for other! Usually we wouldn't have a movie day so soon after canceling the meeting last week, but I ran across one that you all have to see now." He reached for the remote to the DVD player.
"I'm afraid to ask," Gabrielle declared with a long-suffering, eyes-closed, these-are-my-hands-in-my-lap-so-they're-not-around-your-throat sigh. "No. I take that back. I'm not afraid, I'm horrified, but that won't stop you from showing it to us, so go ahead, Emmett. Share with everybody."
"Right." He pressed play, and on the screen, this man began to lead a group of sweatsuit-wearing people in a frenetic dance to the strains of It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To... "The fun part is this is an audience participation movie! Everybody get up and dance!"
Oh, you were all in trouble now. Have you ever seen Gabrielle dance? Clear the space. Stat. So she can . . . try to hit Emmett, actually. "THAT HAIR. WHAT IS THAT?!?"
"His, or the girl in the electric-blue leotard?" It was 1988. Her hair was.... currently only sported by people on Jersey Shore.
Also that would be Emmett kind of running, kind of dancing away. Followed by a short, sputtering bard.
Have fun, kids.
Unluckily for all of you, Emmett not only had a concept, he thought he was funny.
"Hey, lads and lassies and check here for other! Usually we wouldn't have a movie day so soon after canceling the meeting last week, but I ran across one that you all have to see now." He reached for the remote to the DVD player.
"I'm afraid to ask," Gabrielle declared with a long-suffering, eyes-closed, these-are-my-hands-in-my-lap-so-they're-not-around-your-throat sigh. "No. I take that back. I'm not afraid, I'm horrified, but that won't stop you from showing it to us, so go ahead, Emmett. Share with everybody."
"Right." He pressed play, and on the screen, this man began to lead a group of sweatsuit-wearing people in a frenetic dance to the strains of It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To... "The fun part is this is an audience participation movie! Everybody get up and dance!"
Oh, you were all in trouble now. Have you ever seen Gabrielle dance? Clear the space. Stat. So she can . . . try to hit Emmett, actually. "THAT HAIR. WHAT IS THAT?!?"
"His, or the girl in the electric-blue leotard?" It was 1988. Her hair was.... currently only sported by people on Jersey Shore.
Also that would be Emmett kind of running, kind of dancing away. Followed by a short, sputtering bard.
Have fun, kids.
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