notmiddleearth | Three Kiwis

Phonecall: [A bit after midday, New Zealand makes a call. And doesn't think to filter it because she can be remarkably blunt lile that... Or she just didn't think of it. One of the two.]

So it's come to my attention, mum probably failed in raising most of us, so I'm willing to bet that he never gave any of you a proper talk that didn't involve fairies in some way. Which is okay, I suppose but really you're all grown men, it's actually pretty weird...

So, Oz, Canada, America and even you mum, you should listen. Wy you don't have to, I can give you the talk later. Have to anyway, seeing as whatever Oz said still makes Nauru cry...

Anyway, so first things... Kissing. Now, a kiss is not a contract, so just because you're, yanno, exploring someones mouth doesn't mean you get to take an expedition to the south. Got it? Cuz it's just rude.

Now, when a man loves a woman, or a man loves a man or a woman loves a woman, whatever, they kiss a lot, and then they decide they want to do more. They wanna... Boom boom boom till the break of dawn if you get my drift. And sometimes, this makes a baby, between the girl and boy at least, girl and girl needs science and boy and boy just ain't happening. You guys understand?

There's no fairies involved or storks or cabbage patches or falling out of tvs or cricket. Those are all just stupid euphemisms people use when they're embarrassed. It's just sex, and it's normal and healthy in moderation.

Any questions?

Action: [Or you can find her out the front of 727 Anderson Lane, going back and forth with buckets of snow, creating a large hill. After a bit, she stops, studying it with a frown. It's no where near big enough to snowboard down, like her original intention was.

So the neighbors won't mind her taking their snow too right?]

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Well, I do.

Yeah, well you're not Oz and he's not you. Understand?

... Yeah.

But you should still go to the loo sometime during the conversation. Just in case.

.... You're being ridiculous mum.

What's next, you're going to try and get the names of the guys I've slept with and hunt them down?

You can go ahead and list them.

I'll pass.

Why's that? I should get more involved in this sort of thing.

You could at least tell me one name.

No you should definetly not.

...fine. His name was Get A Life Mum. Get A Life for short.

[writing this name intensely down

in his little black book]

...

Ya there Mum?

Of course. Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it.

Edited 2011-03-05 13:25 (UTC)

...don't you want more names?

[Trollface.jpg]

Of course I do. If you care to give them.

[PATTING HIMSELF ON THE BACK job well done jolly good chap]

Well there's This Is A, last name Fake Name... lemme see... oh yeah, Are You Really Buying This, and then there was I Mean C'mon and after him I was with Mum You Need A Hobby....

Oh and This Is Pathetic Mum, Really. I think that's it?