How could I resist? After all, he started a thread for me - and I was sorta touched, so I figgered this is the absolute least I could do. Well, no, the absolute least I could do would be nothing, but since I’m starting to secretly lust after Rue (I say that because I want one of them unstained t-shirts) ummm… where was this going??
C’mon, folks! You love his take on the old dusty fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Step right up and grab a membership card, fill in the blanks, and run it thru the laminator (mind your fingers, it’s hot) and you too can be an official RueFan!!
I just want to know where he gets it all. I mean, c’mon, don’t any of you wonder what herb he’s smoking to come up with some of these ideas?
:crickets:
Okay, maybe its just me. But, that aside, I do enjoy reading the threads. They’re just weird enough to keep me amused and entertained without actually having to force my brain into “think” mode. That’s a compliment, truly.
Well I guess I better admit I already belong. What bothers me is these stupid,… uhm I mean interesting outfits we have to wear to the meetings. I don’t know about you, but I am getting cold. My mother says these things don’t have enough material to cover a flea and she won’t be seen out in public with me when I am wearing it.
I missed the last newsletter, what have I been taken off the mailing list again (THE CHECK FOR THE DUES IS IN THE MAIL QUIT BUGGING ME!). I heard there were some racy info about some of the neato stuff the fans have gathered from his trash. I even heard that one lucky fan scored some used Q-tips. They are soooo fortunately, I am sure they could make alot of money if they were to sell them on e-bay, not that anyone would give up such a priceless remembrance of our great hero.
Scylla, buddy, you do hold the place of highest honor/interest for me when it comes to real-life stories. Fenris does his little operas and histories and Rue does the fairy tales and stuff. There isn’t too much overlap. Your stories are the best of their kind (again, IMO.)
I’m touched. I’m speechless. Actually I’m not speechless. You know me, I’ll go yammering on and on about anything.
But not today. The Psychiatric Ward Nur… I mean my Personal Valet says I need some fresh air and have to go play in the yard. I hate that. When I come back my chair is moved and all my special books are gone.
I love you all. Well, I love all the Dopettes. The He-man Dopers just get a manly punch in the arm and my respect.
I’d like to thank the Academy for this great honor. I’m too choked up to go on…
-Rue.
Hey, I just realised – are autographed pics of the Bard Himself included in the package? They should be. Full-sized glossy, proofed against lipstick damage, that sorta thing.
So Rue, you’ve got your own fan club now, huh?
I always knew you’d go far, especially after what that judge said.
Well, I guess if I want to keep on hanging around and drinking your beer I’d better sign up. I’ll give you your manly punch on the arm later, and do you have any more of those 8x10 glossies? The last one umm… fell…um …against the dart board and accidentally…aaah… got some holes in it, sorta. But don’t worry, the pictures of the dopettes are fine. We even put ‘em in an album for ya’. That’s it over on the [sub]copy machine.[/sub]
So anyway, we ordered some pizza. Do you have any money on ya?
