I Hope the Wyoming Paparazzi Don't Start Following Me
::phone rings::
Lois: Hello.
Lois's Mom: Hi honey.
Lois: Hi mom.
Mom: I just called to tell you you're famous in Wyoming.
Lois: Huh?
Mom: Your cousin J. said he saw you on TV.
Lois: What?
Mom: Your cousin J. said he saw you on TV.
Lois: No. I heard what you said. I just have no idea what the hell you're talking about.
Mom: J. said he saw you on TV.
Lois: Yes, I get that. On what show does he think he saw me?
Mom: Oh, I have no idea. It was something filmed in Boston last week. Where were you filmed last week?
Lois: Nowhere that I know of.
Mom: But J. said he saw you on TV. And he replayed it and E. watched it too and said he was sure it was you.
Lois: I don't think so.
Mom: But he's sure it was you. Were you speaking somewhere?
Lois: No. I mean, its possible I was shooting my mouth off in public, but I can't imagine why someone would film it, much less show it on television in Wyoming. What show was this on?
Mom: I have no idea. He said you weren't on it for long.
Lois: Tell him to send me an e-mail and tell me what it was on and what it was about. But I'm pretty sure it wasn't me.
Mom: They have some fancy set-up on their television where they can replay things, so they're sure it was you.
Lois: I don't think so.
To sum up:
I'm famous. Someone fetch me a latte.
posted by Lois Lane @ 7:17 AM
19 comments
19 Comments:
Do you think they have Target in Wyoming?
Wow, they have DVRs there, I wasn't sure if they have running water yet.
But hey, you're famous!
It starts with a latte.
It ends with a car crash in the Pont d'Alma tunnel.
Try to keep it between these two extremes.
-- Lamont "The People's Princess" Cranston
ROCK ON, Lois!
1) Stick with Mr. Lois. Please do not date a paparazzi. They mean NO good.
2) May I have your autograph?
3) Do you need a stylist? If so, as your stylist, I will assist you in purchasing a new jaunty little hat for every day of the year--your public expects it. You will be the Nuevo Hedda Hopper. Is your neck strong? Can you wear a hat shaped like a typewriter?
I saw you on tv, too, Lois! On the local city station! I'm sure it was you! When were you interviewed in MY city?! Yer famous! And my friend in Vancouver said SHE saw you too! And she was sure it was you!
(If whoever brings Lois a latte, could bring me one too, that'd be great! Thanks in advance.)
Hi Redbeard!
Nope, I don't think there are any Targets in Wyoming. It's a godless wasteland, for sure.
Hi Lamont!
Will do! But I *must* wear a tiara.
Hi Sparkle!
1. Yes, I think I'll stick with Mr. Lois. I wonder if he'll let me start calling him Mr. Lois?
2. Sure!
3. Oh, if you knew me, you'd know I most definitely need a stylist! I'm not sure about the typewriter hat though....perhaps we should start with hairpins shaped like pens and work up from there...
Hi Cake!
Yes, that was me. Like Chicken Man, I am everywhere
I saw you on TV also!! But it was really just the six or seven framed photos I keep of you on top of my set.
You're famous. In my 44 second dreams.
::swoons::
I like pie. Please to make me pie.
I'll have my imaginary personal assistant fetch you up some. What kind you like?
You are ALL over our TVs here too.. you really ARE famous. So can I borrow a tenner?
Jayne:
Would be happy to spot you a tenner! Just check with my imaginary personal assistant, who is at the moment baking Sparkle imaginary pies and making imaginary dinner reservations for my imaginary date tonight with imaginary David Tennant.
I gotta tell ya, life really is just grand when you finally let go of your already tenuous grasp of reality! Whee!
There is no spoon.
Happy Duck Thursday!
(p.s. Did you notice IANO's hair is sticking up? I think it's duck stress...he's quacking up.)
And can someone get Redbeard a spoon please?
Quack back!
Bunch of loons around here today. Guess it's true what they say; birds of a feather quack together!
::claps hands together like a duck bill::
I'm quacking your head! Your head is QUACKED!
Dear Lois,
Blueberry pie, please, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream!
Ahhhh, it's delightfully quacklicious here today, I must say.
Query: Why didn't one of the little pigs build a House of Words? Not wolf-proof enough?
Happy Almost Friday,
SP
Wait...I've got it. The "how-it-all-happened" story title:
'A Journey: from Lois Lane to Lois Latte' (the real story).
Everyone is quackers this week.
Can I have some tea and a biscuit please? Delivered?
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