Don't know...maybe that would make her spin off into "Yummy, Yummy, Yummy"...I know Munch would probably hate "Yummy," but I could see him exposing her to it inadvertently. Or maybe, she'd just get excited and have to stop? I put some more up in lj.(A little bit tortured, maybe.) [link]

And the whole Vamp Munch thing starts at [link] It embarrassed me, so I hid it. But who am I kidding? I'm shameless...

Go away till I've had my first coffee drinker of the evening, ok?

t spews water at screen

oh, golly gee, the fun of it.

Thank you, I try.

Building up to a big party scene, Munchkin POV(duh)

You know how rich people are boring? Trust me they are. It's all about their houses, their cars, and how they had to let Consuela go because she wanted all of Christmas off, and it's hard to get good help nowadays. And of course, the one topic that cuts across class lines, who their friends are doing.(Hence my part in the "festivities")

Now picture a rich person with about two hundred more years worth of stuff. So it's all "I have a Spanish galleon...I have Nazi gold...I bagged Princess Anastasia." (OK, the first few times I was interested in that last one. But even in the short time I've been here, I've heard it enough times, that either somebody's lying, or she should be in some series of "Siberian Sluts Gone Wild" daguerrotypes somewhere. My princess herself claims such a story, and I cling to the faint hope it might be true like I cling to the edge of the bed when we sleep together, when we actually sleep. ) A man, or even half a man, like I am now, is nothing without his illusions, babe. I'm under no illusions about what I'm doing here, though. This is an audition for the role of Vampire Consort, plain and simple. I'm not even Montel Williams, I'm frickin' Prince Philip. My job is to be vaguely charming, slip a discreet hand on the princess' bare back, keep the goblets filled with AB- and shut the hell up. I hate my job. Oh, Homicide, sweet Homicide, where for art thou? Whodunits all over the City of Angels, and I have to be *here*.

Ok, you're just evil, is all.

Do you know how much it hurts to laugh when you're in the middle of a sneezing fit?

My uncle used to make me laugh till Coke came out my nose...I bet it was kind of like that. Sorry...the burning must be kind of unpleasant. But I'm glad you thought it was funny, anyway. (Hey, that's kind of like "You're funny, but nobody likes you," right?)

I'm just feeling sorry for the people who are reading this and not being able to picture Munch.

Because that's the coke-out-the-nose moment.

I'm sorry for those people anyway(this must be what it's like for those people telling me about the Lord, but with profanity and dick jokes...next missionary I speak to I'm gonna tell them I belong to the Church of John the Munchkin.) Cause think about it...
-No chance of being asked about chastity.
-no services messing up your weekend.
-No hell cause maybe we're there, already, ok, babe?
-Impure thoughts? Don't we all... I remember this one time...
-He that lies gets his ass kicked.
And plenty of quotes for your keychains.

It's the quotes for your keychain that sell me. *g*