Wednesday, February 18, 2009

365 # 153: Emily A.

You were one hell of a pun spinner, so much so that you could hold your own in any pun battle, a routine you engaged in on several occasions during rehearsals for the plays we were in together. Only a fool would dare approach with inferior punning skills. Beneath your sweet goofy exterior was the soul of a vicious competitor. Pun at your own risk.

I remember at the end of one show we were in, I was supposed to pick up your lifeless body, throw you over my shoulder, deliver a non-sensical monologue to the audience, roar, smack you on the ass, then march proudly off stage. The crowd responded so well that I got excited and I think I smacked you a bit harder than necessary. Sorry about that.

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