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Squaredsc

Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 05:42 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
lol twiggy, nice save.

Ginger1218

Saturday, March 15, 2003 - 12:16 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
So, now that the poppy drug spray that was sprayed over the town is gone, the residents beging to awaken from their stupor. Ginger rubs her eyes and sits up, wondering what happened ....

Twiggyish

Sunday, March 16, 2003 - 12:04 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Then she sees the tv cameras up in the rafters.

Aunt Gertrude in the meantime, remembered the day she arrived at the mansion to shoot the new family show. What was it they said.. (her foggy brain tried to recall)..a million dollars in the end? She tried not to notice the handsome gray haired, tanned man across the room.....

Ginger1218

Sunday, March 16, 2003 - 02:36 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Ginger rubs her eyes again and thinks she is seeing things. TV cameras, why is she on TV, and what have they been filming - she keeps thinking maybe she had amnesia. Then she sees Aunt Gertrude walking over towards her with a piece of paper.

Twiggyish

Sunday, March 16, 2003 - 06:26 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Aunt Gertrude sharp, myopic eyes saw Ginger approach.
Ginger handed her the paper, which Aunt Gertrude quickly read. The sound of a whirring camera broke her concentration.
The instructions were rather confusing and Gertrude read them again... What could this mean?..It said something about croquet, donkeys and hockey sticks?

Hunter

Sunday, March 16, 2003 - 08:43 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
OMG!!!!!!It's a reality show.

Hunters thoughts raced back,frantically,trying to remember what lies..I mean stories, he had told Ginger..Squared..Sarah..Gertrude..Rachel..Aurora..Nora..Clementine..(I think that's all of them )

What the hell. He'll just tell...each and every one of them.(With a s***t eating grin on his face) "Baby...You know you are the only one who means a thing to me."

Waaaaait!! TV...Cameras...Running to a mirror." Yeah baby..You've still got it. You dog you."

Carefully adjusting his comb over...wetting his eyebrows..plucking a hair from his nostril..checking the bleach job on his teeth..adjusting the stuffed sock in his shorts

"Ok guys...cameras...center stage"

"Oh...one more thing. Could you change the name on my chair from Hunter to ...PARAMOUR"

"And she had the nerve to call me a...s**t."

Firebird05

Sunday, March 16, 2003 - 08:53 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Ginger..Squared..Sarah...Gertrude...Rachel..Aurora...Nora...Clemetine and the other girls can't help themselves, as they sit back and laugh.

Hunter is about to get his. On National TV no less, those video tapes sure come in handy....

Hunter

Sunday, March 16, 2003 - 09:45 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
"Blue dress?? Ginger baby ,I don't know what you mean...Stains...what stains??..Video tape?? Oh ! he he...You mean the desk..her..in front of me...on her knees. Well..well...I..there was this cigar.. yes that's it...a cigar..and I..I dropped it...and she. Whatta mean...you a**hole.

"Baby..you know...your the only one who means a thing to me." (Putting his back to the wall)

Ginger1218

Monday, March 17, 2003 - 06:28 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Ginger is thinking he better keep his back to the wall. She is also thinking, now she is gonna get hers. She sees dollar signs flashing before her eyes. Hunter is not going to want the stuff she has on him to get out. He will be destroyed.

Jed245

Monday, March 17, 2003 - 08:25 am EditMoveDeleteIP
*walks into the soap opera set..* (yeah a jed Cameo) *Runs through the set pinching everyone not wearing green* :o)

Bandit

Monday, March 17, 2003 - 08:29 am EditMoveDeleteIP
LOL Jed!!!!

Bandit

Monday, March 17, 2003 - 09:32 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Bandit wanders around the set looking for security. "Someone has got to take care of this leprechaun running around pinching people. If Hunter sees this person pinching his women, Hunter will mop the floor with him." Bandit says to herself.

Twiggyish

Monday, March 17, 2003 - 04:15 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Gertrude squealed as Jed pinched her. It had been years since anyone had been fresh with her.
The paper said for everyone to assemble outside in one hour.
Aunt Gertrude quickly walked outside and chose a comfy chair. That tan guy would never call on her to participate. She smiled to herself. This was going to be QUITE a show!

Squaredsc

Monday, March 17, 2003 - 06:35 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
<squared thinks to herself, wait till reality tv gets a load o' me. fluffs her hair, makes sure her aubergine nail polish has no chips, slips into her slinkies black slip dress and black prada shoes.>

"MB, I'm ready to tell you what really happened."

Ginger1218

Monday, March 24, 2003 - 02:17 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Again, Ginger awakens from her drug induced state, to find she has been left all alone. But she hears rumblings, there are plans afoot, and she plans on finding out exactly what they are...

Fanny

Monday, March 24, 2003 - 02:29 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
<Watching from the sidelines, an anonymous observer wonders if Ginger will discover that some plans may involve a 60 Minutes expose' on how complete idjits with 1206 SAT scores somehow manage to earn degrees at Harvard and Yale>

Ginger1218

Monday, March 24, 2003 - 02:31 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Ginger covers her face with her hands and rocks her head back and forth, totally disgusted with the fact that she woke up to silliness. She hopes that someone will take her away from all this.

Bandit

Tuesday, March 25, 2003 - 08:46 am EditMoveDeleteIP
In walks Bandit and sees the look in Ginger's eyes, and Bandit concurs. Bandit wonders what happened to the handsome stranger and the crazy leprechaun running around pinching people.

Squaredsc

Wednesday, March 26, 2003 - 09:31 am EditMoveDeleteIP
<squared drives around crystal lake wondering where did all of the people go?>

Grannyg

Wednesday, March 26, 2003 - 10:54 am EditMoveDeleteIP
<granny wonders where Hunter went, who started this whole mess>

Fluff

Wednesday, March 26, 2003 - 10:55 am EditMoveDeleteIP
This story takes too daggon long to develop. Why don't we just call it "Passions"?

Bandit

Wednesday, March 26, 2003 - 01:16 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I was wondering that too, Hunter sure has made himself scarce, hasn't he?

Hunter

Wednesday, March 26, 2003 - 09:25 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Standing on the deck, at the rear of Millers Lodge, Hunter watches the dark clouds drifting in from the east, casting a pall over his beloved Crystal Lake. He worries that a crack is forming in his breaking heart, allowing his emotions to spill out for all to see.

The fervent cry of loons is muffled by the growing thunder. The smell of cherry blossoms is masked by the smell of smoke.

Suspicion runs rampant among the townpeople. People speak in hushed tones in corners of the room.

They wonder how we got to this point and who is at fault. I guess there enough blame to go around?

Would the volume of my voice or the number of my followers make me right. If I raised my flag one foot above my neighbors would I be a better citizen.

Do our opposing points of view mean that we love our village any less.?

If I loved more...cared more..fought more would I make a difference. I guess only time will tell.

In the meantime, I will pray to hear the shrill laughter of children on the beach. Smile at the lovers dancing at the end of the pier, gather my friends around me in one hugh embrace and smile with pride at the eagle soaring high above where the clouds meet the sunshine.

Grannyg

Thursday, March 27, 2003 - 02:52 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Darn, I'm glad Hunter's back!!

Hunter

Thursday, March 27, 2003 - 12:23 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Walking across the room Hunter wraps his arms around the sweet lady who welcomes him back to Crystal Lake.

Smelling her freshly washed hair and comforted by the warmth of her embrace, (looking around to see if her husband is watching) he softly pats her bottom and say's...Your cute. (Staying in character.)

"Watch him GrannyG!!!!( Someone yells from stage left)" Next thing, he'll be offering to help you with your laundry...starting with...your shorts."

Granny glances a knowing smile...stage left. "I know sweety. I've dealt with animals like him before. The scum!!" Walking slowly away, she recalls that football player...82..that was a good year..."What an animal." A broad smile builds across her face.