Fandom Radio [Friday, June 7, 2013]
Friday, June 7th, 2013 10:03 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Good morning, Fandom! Rilla Blythe here on a beau--
*vehement chittering*
All right, so it's raining, but if I tell them that, no one else will get out of bed.
In classes yesterday, Miss West taught us how to mend clothing, which I already knew so I felt very prepared for class. Mr. Lyman's poor students had to work at a daycare center, the Art of Friendship and Glitter made picture frames that I'm sure were appropriately sparkly, and Mr. Oz's class...diffused bombs.
Does anyone else think there might be something very wrong with that man?
Miss Solo was holding her office hours out in the hallway today because her office was playing Christmas music. Oh dear, which song?
*chittering*
Well, at least it wasn't Dominic the Donkey.
In camp, Miss Yorkes and her dinosaur--really--were burning marshmallows because Miss Yorkes kept getting caught up in her book. I've done that! Well, I've burned cookies and dinner and biscuits...and never you mind.
In town, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce was back at the coffee shop! Hello! It's been far too long. Mr. Priestley's work at the diner was interrupted by Mr. Dean Winchester, who wondered if it was normal to sleep with a machete and pornography under his pillow.
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NO THAT IS NOT NORMAL. Neither is proposing marriage to a hamburger, which Mr. Winchester also did.
Miss Traynor sent out apology notes to everyone for the mail Portalocity had been sending this week, and Mademoiselle Thenardier stood across the street from the shop for a while again. She's a little odd, isn't she? They were playing music from the cinema in the club with the blasphemous name and Miss Summers told Mr. Dean Winchester that she used to date vampires named Angel and Spike--
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YOU CANNOT BE A VAMPIRE NAMED ANGEL. NO. NO. NOOOOO. That's just wrong.
Miss [Kenzi's last name] had drinks on special at Caritas, and if it weren't very early in the morning and also wrong, I might almost be tempted.
Have a good weekend, Fandom. Don't date demons named after angels. Heavens.
*vehement chittering*
All right, so it's raining, but if I tell them that, no one else will get out of bed.
In classes yesterday, Miss West taught us how to mend clothing, which I already knew so I felt very prepared for class. Mr. Lyman's poor students had to work at a daycare center, the Art of Friendship and Glitter made picture frames that I'm sure were appropriately sparkly, and Mr. Oz's class...diffused bombs.
Does anyone else think there might be something very wrong with that man?
Miss Solo was holding her office hours out in the hallway today because her office was playing Christmas music. Oh dear, which song?
*chittering*
Well, at least it wasn't Dominic the Donkey.
In camp, Miss Yorkes and her dinosaur--really--were burning marshmallows because Miss Yorkes kept getting caught up in her book. I've done that! Well, I've burned cookies and dinner and biscuits...and never you mind.
In town, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce was back at the coffee shop! Hello! It's been far too long. Mr. Priestley's work at the diner was interrupted by Mr. Dean Winchester, who wondered if it was normal to sleep with a machete and pornography under his pillow.
...
...
NO THAT IS NOT NORMAL. Neither is proposing marriage to a hamburger, which Mr. Winchester also did.
Miss Traynor sent out apology notes to everyone for the mail Portalocity had been sending this week, and Mademoiselle Thenardier stood across the street from the shop for a while again. She's a little odd, isn't she? They were playing music from the cinema in the club with the blasphemous name and Miss Summers told Mr. Dean Winchester that she used to date vampires named Angel and Spike--
...
...
YOU CANNOT BE A VAMPIRE NAMED ANGEL. NO. NO. NOOOOO. That's just wrong.
Miss [Kenzi's last name] had drinks on special at Caritas, and if it weren't very early in the morning and also wrong, I might almost be tempted.
Have a good weekend, Fandom. Don't date demons named after angels. Heavens.