fandom_radio | Fandom Radio - Saturday, July 25th

Sweet mother of all that is holy and good in the world. It is too hot to live. Can we get a lil' AC in here?

*sulky chittering*

Oh, c'mon. Don't be that way! It was never meant to be between us. I'm a Scorpio and you guys are all intelligent rats with fluffy ass tails and a yen for reporting the news. It was like starcrossed lover. Ships passing in the night. Yin and Yang. Salt and Peppah. You get where I'm going with this? Because I really don't.

If I give you rum, will you like me again?

*chitters*

...I'll take that as a yes.

School

Nothing here unless you kooky kids broke in to learn some more.

Dorms

Over at that main campfire place, Angela was eating Pop Tarts and staring and underoos. Kinky. You kids get up to some weird shit. Kate wandered on by to discuss both if an umbrella would help and to inform her of all the drinken hijinks from that sleep-over yesterday. If there wasn't at least one pillow fight, I will be greatly disappointed. Karla was all dubious about eating the Pop Tarts, but was assured that they were indeed a food of sorts by Kate who went on to talk about forcing boykissy on the guys with glitter. That's not cool, man. Not cool. Priestly had the delicious breakfast treats in his hair and a bucket. He also thought the underoo art was cliche and then said he didn't own many because he's a pretensious bastard in a kilt. The pretentious part is me, actually. Because underoo art is always cool. Go back to art school and angst some more! Or talk to Karla about your 'art' and get asked to get in the kitchen and make her a sandwich. See, that's what happens when you wear a dress, man. You get treated like a chick. Theeen he talked to Kate about being an optomist because he thought the Pop Tarts cooked themselves in the sky with Lucy. Claudia and him later went on to talk about how raining tofu was uncool. And raining toasters was bad. Yeah, well, your face. I would love a new toaster. Maybe one without Hello Kitty on it...

Senor Mullet was pissy that the ladies stole his underoos and Angela said she was sure chicks would like to know he was going comando. Wait, he only owned one pair? Creeeepy and gross. Karla thought he was talkin' crazy, but who can tell with that hair? He tried to explain he was talking about the truck on his boxers. The truck he named. On his boxers.

Let's all think on this for a moment, shall we?

And now shudder.

Goooooood.

Angela and Ellie chatted about if the Pop Tarts just disappeared after this was all over--yes, in my belly--and what the dealio is with so many people turning into animals. They're off doing things, people. I better get word on that damn movie Reynolds is in, got it? I have to know when they'll finally start on mine. Ellie and Karla about the sleep over and that she doesn't think Pop Tarts are food. Delicious, delicious food. Karla then met Angela and they were all 'LOOK AT THOSE BOXERS' and Karla was very interested in the fact that guys wear so many kinds of 'em. Squirrel survey saaaays: Virgin.

Their words, folks, not mine. Even though I did say it.

Claudia and Angela talked about how awesome things are and if Arthur wore underwear. Okay, I didn't need to know who to ask, squirrel buddy, but thanks for that bit of ye olde English slash there. Sookie was off by her lonesome with a bucket of Pop Tarts. Well, it's better than eating icing from those jars. But she wasn't alone in... being alone. Leda was staring at her own fire with a Pop Tart.

...wait. Sookie had Zayne stop by to be part of the funny name club and introduce him to the things hitting him.

Jack, who doesn't have a mullet, and Eric practiced play crap before talking about Pop Tarts. Pick a new topic, people! Have a bromance like over in Rumor Gal with Arthur and Merlin talking about hats and Arthur not having human emotions, but wanting to keep Merlin around because something something something. I got bored halfway into it. Chuck and Sam had a gay gay gaaaaaay sleep over to mourn not being neighbors anymore. Gaaaaaaay.

Oh! And actually in the dorms for realio, Alex returned Griff's coat and then chatted with him. Was it also gay? I'll bet it was.

Town

Iiiiiit rained Pop Tarts, which is a huge freakin' shock for us all, I'm sure. Kyle got hopped up on caffeine at T&C like the lil' potentional druggie he is. GATEWAY DRUG! I know the score! I once beat up a D.A.R.E. officer! Ned, unlike the staff at Luke's, escaped Pop Tart related injury. Jess, whose gender I refuse to acknowledge, was busy eating Pop Tarts and reading at that book store in town. Rachel tried to pretend that she wasn't dealing with porn over at Triple D's. Maybe if you close your eyes and ignore the kitten noises from the busty chick? A late, late Hoshi brought Gunther some Pop Tarts to make up for being oh so late. Irulan put on a sale for hard hats today, capitalizing on the need for protective gear. Ino rewrote a letter and ate Pop Tarts over in the clinic. Our hotty principal, Zoe got a visit from the hubby while cleaning guns.

Castiel was a gumpy Gus and in the park getting rained on by Pop Tarts because it's hardcore, man. Adam X hardcore. It's, dare I say it, @)*^#%ing EXTREME. Hey, anyone remember him? No? Didn't think so. Ronan met him and was all 'OMG NO WAI, I SHARED MY BODY WITH MICHEAL'. We'll pretend it was Michael Jackson. Because it pleases me. Poor, poor Tino is laughed at by Marion for trying to make her clean. While Dani had a nice tall glass of ice tea. Wiiiiimp. Algren, Ghani and Tyler had Thai food and she was all worried that people might hear about her wild escapades and get lectured by Irulan. Is she your mom? You and Nate should hang out and chat about that!

Aaaaand that's it folks. Remember to tip your squirrel. G'NIGHT!