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( Abysstopheles' questions ... )

*happy sigh* God, it's good to be ensconced in LJ again after a long day of work. I should have known it would be bad, too, because I started out today by seeing the photo of Schwartzenegger in a Speedo. You know, I've called in sick to work ... hell, I've even called in dead ... but never in my life have I been tempted to call in hysterically blind.

I don't even get why the place I'm working even needs temps, though. I spent two hours at the end of the day looking up fake employee names I ripped from TV and movies. I even found a Randy Giles working at the company, and I think I should get a pony for physically restraining myself from leaping from my seat, racing up five flights of stairs and sniffing around for the cuddly scent of tweed.

I also saw the name Robert Logan on one list, and my plot bunnies started spawning as if someone spiked their carrots with Viagra. And the next thing I know, I had the mental image of Movie!Bobby and Movie!Logan sitting together on a bed in a Las Vegas hotel room one morning looking absolutely terrified and avoiding eye contact.

"Logan?"
"Yeah?"
"How much did we drink last night?"
"Stopped counting after the second keg."
"Oh. *pause* Logan?"
"Yeah?"
"Did we ... um ... did we do what I think we did last night?"
"It's only legal in Toronto, kid."
"Oh, thank God."

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Is it just me, or do Jack and Kelly Osbourne look exactly like what would happen if Garbage Pail Kids grew up?