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Post by jerseygirl on Jul 18, 2007 17:12:25 GMT -6
Basically any story Marley has written. The entire time I was in hysterics reading them. Here's a good one.
Yet Another Few Days in the Lives of the BSB or Nick had to go Through Puberty with Four Morons and a Mom, so is it any Wonder He is Nuttier than a Fruitcake?
jenn
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Post by A-RokzStalker on Jul 18, 2007 17:14:04 GMT -6
^ LOL!!! That's hilarious!
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Post by jerseygirl on Jul 18, 2007 17:15:44 GMT -6
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Post by jerseygirl on Jul 18, 2007 17:18:52 GMT -6
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Post by A-RokzStalker on Jul 18, 2007 17:20:45 GMT -6
Oh!!! After glancing at the first chapter, I realized that I've read that before! That was a long time ago, lol.
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Post by kristy on Jul 18, 2007 18:53:55 GMT -6
Basically any story Marley has written. The entire time I was in hysterics reading them. Here's a good one. Yet Another Few Days in the Lives of the BSB or Nick had to go Through Puberty with Four Morons and a Mom, so is it any Wonder He is Nuttier than a Fruitcake? jenn LOL! That is so freaking funny! You know, I wonder if that is really why Nick acts the way he does!? LOL ;D
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jul 18, 2007 19:34:58 GMT -6
aaawww go nicks wife you rock and nicks a moron for that
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Post by kristy on Jul 18, 2007 20:15:20 GMT -6
^ LOL! Nick IS a moron..but I love him anyway.
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Post by Shauna on Jul 18, 2007 20:39:37 GMT -6
'F**king Japs,' Nick thought in his delerious mind. 'Not only had they bombed Pearl Harbor they were going to freeze him out too."
From Swollen Issues, I totally cracked up
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Post by mare on Jul 18, 2007 20:51:03 GMT -6
aww thanks for all the mentions Anita! Yay someone thinks i'm funny lol
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jul 18, 2007 20:52:17 GMT -6
mare you know i love you and that you rock! which is why you should NEVER stop writing fan fic. and you are funny! you always have some of the best lines.
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Post by Julie on Jul 19, 2007 21:26:18 GMT -6
Nick trying to wrap Christmas presents... As she approached the guest room, she stopped in her tracks, hearing Christmas music and then the sounds of his voice joining in with the CD. What was he doing in there? She put the bags down and went back to retrieve a few more, chuckling at the image she had of him trying to wrap gifts.
With the last bunch on her arms, she plopped them on the hallway floor again and just listened. He was singing lightly, letting his voice blend in perfectly with the recording. He pulled a few harmonies from the instrumentation and made a duet with the soloist. Oh, she could get real used to this.
“Hark, the herald angels sing; Glory to th-…JESUS CHRIST!”
Ciara smacked her hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter threatening to give her away. He WAS wrapping. Oh God.
“Joyful all ye nations rise; join the triumph of the skies. With the angelic host proclaim, What the HELL!? Damn!”
More rattling of paper. Oops. That sounded like a tape dispenser on the floor. Why, oh why hadn’t she set up a hidden camera in there before she left?
“Hark! The herald angels sing! Glory to the newborn GOD! I canNOT do this!”If you read nothing else of this story, read the chapter this is from: www.covermewithdreams.com/cmwd26.html It's hilariously adorable whether you've read the rest of the story or not.
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Post by Julie on Jul 19, 2007 23:13:35 GMT -6
Another of my favorite parts from "Cover Me With Dreams"...
“I’ll be in in a minute. Need something to drink.” Ciara dropped Nick off at the back entrance to Parc Studios, while she pulled around front hoping to find a pop machine or something. Besides, she just felt weird sliding in the back way; it wasn’t made for her.
She took her time meandering the halls, looking at pictures of previous artists who had recorded there and finally made her way into Studio A. “Stupid,” as Nick had said earlier, didn’t even begin to define what she heard once inside.
If you like it innovative Better get someone creative, honey Yes And if you wanted it to be jammin' Gotta get somebody slammin' baby
“What the hell is THIS!?” Ciara slid into a chair beside Kevin and watched, mouth hanging open at Nick as he laid down his vocals inside the booth.
Kevin’s eyes grew big and visibly shooshed her with a finger to his lips and eyes averting to a large, bearded man sitting at the sound board.
“…this, this…paper I found in my car…” Saving herself from further embarrassment, she slid a scrap piece of paper over to Kevin to help cover her faux pas. Without a word, her eyes questioned as to who the man was.
“Oh, that,” Kevin played along and looked at the scrap of paper, “…come on outside. I’ll explain.” Kevin took her by the arm and led her back into the hall.
By the time the large studio door closed, Ciara was a fit of giggles, nervous she’d just made an ass of herself and in hysterics of the lyrics Nick was singing.
“Nick? A bad boy? Innovate? Creative? What the hell does a 17 year old know about sexual innovation???”
“No shit, huh? Sorry ‘bout that. That dude’s the composer.”
“Oh God.” Ciara covered her mouth with her hand, eyes huge in surprise. “I’m sorry, Kev. Jeez.” She controlled her laughter and pulled it together. “Thanks for saving me there, but uh…that song’s crap.”
“Don’t we know it. And he’s a great producer and songwriter. I don’t know what’s up with this.”
“Who is he?”
“Mutt Lange.”
“The rock and roll dude? Def Leppard? You’ve got to be-…wow.” She leaned back against the wall amazed that she’d brushed up with someone ‘famous.’ Back to Nicky’s little warblings, though she had to ask. “So why are you doing it…and why is the baby singing about things he knows little about?”
“Politics are more crap than the song right now. They’re trying to convince us to make it our first single in the states.”
“You’ll be laughed clear to Antarctica.”
“Don’t I know it. We’re workin’ on talkin’ them out of it.”
“Gads…uh…now I’m curious. Can I go back in?” Somehow watching Nick sing about sex was damned entertaining…and not in the sexy way either. Comical. Unbelievably comical.
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Post by Julie on Jul 19, 2007 23:13:57 GMT -6
Okay, so I'm posting whole parts, not lines... but one line doesn't always do it justice LOL.
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Post by flipthebird on Jul 19, 2007 23:41:44 GMT -6
Omg. Thanks Julie I now need to wash my laptop. *rolls eyes* I just spit my Lemonade all over the blasted thing. *wanders to next thread singing “Hark, the herald angels sing; Glory to th-…JESUS CHRIST!” and then bursts into fit of giggles *
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