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Oct. 9th, 2006 07:44 pmHey, all. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
admiral_chowder here with another update from Mandy. I talked to her a little bit ago and she says that they're going to be doing what's probably the last dosage switch tomorrow, i.e. increasing the Prozac. She's also entirely off the Zoloft now, which is love. Once that whole mess is dealt with, she'll be out whenever they decide that the dose is stable and the side effects are gone. We're figuring it's probably just going to be a day or two. So, hopefully we'll have her back soon! She seems to be doing really well, and says the Prozac is helping a lot.
And now, from her (and some from me) to you, CRACK!
The title for a Hollywood summer blockbuster film that has never been made and definitely won't be, but that SHOULD be regardless: Ghandi and the Buddhist Immaculate Conception.
And while we're on the topic of religion, what would happen if God, Joseph, Mary and baby Jesus ended up on the Jerry Springer show? (This being the crack-laden fruit of my mind, with lots of Mandy-type inspiration. She dared me to post it here. XD)
God: I am NOT that boy’s father!
Audience: Boo! Hiss!
Mary: Yes you are, you dirty cheating bastard! How can you even think about denying your own son?!
God: What?! How DARE you call me that, you slut! It was probably Gabriel, that lousy stinking fairy!
Mary: Gabriel? He doesn’t even have a-
Jerry: All right you two, calm down or I'm going to have to call Security. Now, it just so happens that I have the results from the paternity test that God took earlier right here in my hand. They may be what you want to hear and they may not be. Are the two of you ready for this possibility?
Mary: Yes, Jerry, I am! I want that bastard to be unable to deny me and my son any longer!
Audience: Whoop! Cheer! Hollar!
Random woman who seems to be at every show: Amen, sista! You go, girl!
God: IT’S NOT MINE!
Jerry: Here we go. According to these test results... *insert silence that might as well be a drum roll* God, the paternity test says you are baby Jesus’ father!
( Rest behind a cut because it's LONG, dude. )
< /crack>
admiral_chowder here with another update from Mandy. I talked to her a little bit ago and she says that they're going to be doing what's probably the last dosage switch tomorrow, i.e. increasing the Prozac. She's also entirely off the Zoloft now, which is love. Once that whole mess is dealt with, she'll be out whenever they decide that the dose is stable and the side effects are gone. We're figuring it's probably just going to be a day or two. So, hopefully we'll have her back soon! She seems to be doing really well, and says the Prozac is helping a lot.And now, from her (and some from me) to you, CRACK!
The title for a Hollywood summer blockbuster film that has never been made and definitely won't be, but that SHOULD be regardless: Ghandi and the Buddhist Immaculate Conception.
And while we're on the topic of religion, what would happen if God, Joseph, Mary and baby Jesus ended up on the Jerry Springer show? (This being the crack-laden fruit of my mind, with lots of Mandy-type inspiration. She dared me to post it here. XD)
God: I am NOT that boy’s father!
Audience: Boo! Hiss!
Mary: Yes you are, you dirty cheating bastard! How can you even think about denying your own son?!
God: What?! How DARE you call me that, you slut! It was probably Gabriel, that lousy stinking fairy!
Mary: Gabriel? He doesn’t even have a-
Jerry: All right you two, calm down or I'm going to have to call Security. Now, it just so happens that I have the results from the paternity test that God took earlier right here in my hand. They may be what you want to hear and they may not be. Are the two of you ready for this possibility?
Mary: Yes, Jerry, I am! I want that bastard to be unable to deny me and my son any longer!
Audience: Whoop! Cheer! Hollar!
Random woman who seems to be at every show: Amen, sista! You go, girl!
God: IT’S NOT MINE!
Jerry: Here we go. According to these test results... *insert silence that might as well be a drum roll* God, the paternity test says you are baby Jesus’ father!
( Rest behind a cut because it's LONG, dude. )
< /crack>
