May 22, 2011 19:12
All righty, guys, I've got a bone to pick with this ship. [Yes, she's pointing at all of you!] I've been noticing a little bit of an emotional down-shift from everyone the past couple weeks or so and I think it sucks that people've been victimized by the Big S Word: sadness.
So, what is Little Miss Rikku gonna do about that, you ask? Well, Bob, I've got a joke for anyone who wants to hear it. And by anyone, I mean everyone, no exceptions!
So, there's this little boy, pro'lly no more than 6, dressed like a cowboy and he walks into an ice cream store. And you know that cowboy swagger; he owns this place.
He kicks the door open and says: "I want a sundaae!" [Hands up by her side positioned like two guns in a hold 'em up fashion.]
And the girl behind the counter, playing into this kid's game, says: "You want your ice cream vanilla?"
And he says: "Yeaaaaah." [Que the "guns", big boy, like he will every response even in the story they're not real guns, just his hands]
"You want your fudge hot?"
"Yeaaaaah!"
"You want your cream whipped?"
[A sharp nod, eyebrow cocked, full-force attitude] "YEAAAAH!"
"You want your nuts crushed?"
[Her face turns cold, brows furrow] "You want your tits blown off, Lady?"
rikku