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*briefly considers writing a review of the rehearsal dinner for his small-town newspaper*
"...a toast, which resulted in an all-out food fight, strangely reminiscent of a scene in a story I once read about prepubescent children training to fight an interstellar war."
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*doesn't tell ElJay that the sparkling cider is the alcohol kind, and that she is schnockered and doesn't even know*
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*Writes a poem about TomD; declares it in public, and sticks out tongue when he sees Ralphie.*
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*wakes up with headache* *Wonders why there are runes painted all over arms and legs* *remembers it is a Hatrack weding*
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*dances with sarcasticmuppet. for some reason, she can't hear the music in my head but wants to lead anyway*
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About a Raia I'll sing a song, Sing Hatrack in style is in: About a Raia I'll sing a song, Who knew that the party was going wrong; Not only did it go so wrong, She did every one of us in, us in - She did every one of us in.
One evening in a fit of pique, Sing Hatrack in style is in: One evening in a fit of pique, She jumped right up in a silent shriek; There was a mouse on the floor, and so meek - Nobody had brought him right in, right in, Nobody had brought him right in.
Her rivals she could not dare stand, Sing Hatrack in style is in: Her rivals she could not dare stand, A food from the recipe she planned; And Quiddie died with the spoon in her hand - And Ralphie put on a grin, a grin, And ralphie put on a grin.
She weighed Tom Davidson down with stones, Sing Hatrack in style is in: She weighed Tom Davidson down with stones, And sent him off to Davy Jones; All Steve Rogers had found were some bones - And occasional pieces of skin, of skin, And occasional pieces of skin.
She set the Hatrack stove on fire, Sing Hatrack in style is in: She set the Hatrack stove on fire, And burned dear bev'ley, for she was a crier; And Raia danced round the funeral pyre - Playing a violin, o-lin, Pleaying a violin.
That eve, when she ran out of what to do, Sing Hatrack in style is in: That eve, when she ran out of what to do, She chopped up our dear-most Rivka in two; And staked her along with the kitchens' full crew - And invited I3 for the din, the din; And invited I3 for the din.
And when at last sexy JH came by, Sing Hatrack in style is in: And when at last sexy JH came by, Her petty pranks she could not deny; For then she knew she'd have to lie - And lying she knew was a sin, a sin, And lying she knew was a sin.
My tragic tale I won't prolong, Sing Hatrack in style is in: My tragic tale I won't prolong, And If you did not enjoy this song - You're all to blame if it's too long; You should not have let me begin, begin, You should not have let me begin.
(btw - Your tongue wouldn't be so much sticking out at me as it would be in the panting position. You're in your teens, for Pete's sake! Women are all panting material!)
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