I like it when he invites me over to his house for a sleepover. My mommy won’t let me go, but Alph’s just so sweet and charming that she gives in. Then she sends brownies with me to share with him.
We put on our footie jammies and eat the brownies while we grade each other’s quizzes from Seventeen. Then we read Tiger Beat and giggle when he says that he thinks Joshua Jackson’s cute but Tiger Woods is cuter.
Sometimes he tickles my feet but he always stops when I ask him to.
His favorite pop-tart is strawberry and he likes it when I put just a little butter on it.
My mommy comes and picks me up the next morning, and Alph always lets me borrow “Parappa The Rappa” and Teen Digital Diva makeover.
I like when we play dress-up, and he lets me trade him the high-heels for the pink feather boa. And when we put shows on in the back yard, he always lets me sing “I Want it That Way,” even though I know he wants to.
I love my mod with an A because he Administrates Authoritatively;
I hate my mod with an A because he is Apt to get Angry Abruptly;
His name is Alphagene, and he lives in Another Astral Plane to the rest of us.
Ayesha, this thing got Threadspotted! Blame UncleBeer. (Carefully, of course, because he’s a wonderfully sweet guy, sensitive, kind, given to bouts of manic sockpuppet-slaughter …)
[sub]Kidding, UncleBeer! Love your work! Really![/sub]