Whack-a-Muse
*sigh* It really doesn't help when the person I'm trying to write for *demands* I get on AIM to "play." I managed one and a half pages. Oh well. Am tired of thinking about it now and tomorrow's another day. Or maybe later tonight, depending on the muse.

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*thwack*
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I've been moose-thwacked!
*watches fingers fly over the keyboard*
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Marge: Oh, that's very good, Lisa!
Homer: P.S. I am gay.
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Homer: Actually Bart, I threw up more than your mother
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Marge: Bart, are you going to Moe the lawn today?
Bart: Okay, but you promised me Moe money
Marge: I Moe, I Moe!
Homer: Moe...Moe...Moe
Lisa: When Bart's done, can we Moe to the Moevies? There's a Moetinee
Marge: Of course, All work and Moe play makes Moe a Moe Moe
Bart: Moemomoemoe?
Marge: Momomoemoe!
Lisa: Moememoemoemoe!
Bart: Momomomoe