You did? You spoke about it? How wonderful! I can just see an entire brood of little dim-witted science nerds running around with penciled-in mustaches. You must be very thrilled to have had that conversation.
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shandyowl
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Ted having excused himself, Adrian has no choice but to touch her own face.
Picture the romance of their wedding night: minutes after getting to the hotel room Ted takes a phone call and we get a replay of the dialogue from April 1
Adrian "Do you really have to go?"
Ted "Yes, and it's too bad, because I wanted to do this!"
Ted lost his job and all his investments. Dr. Jeff can certainly empathize, as he has lost most of the checks on his shirt and the cuffs are in danger, too. Times are hard.
The shirt-checks aren't vanishing for good; it's a temporary thing. They're simply fading in and out, as a symbol of Adrian's grip on reality.
But there are signs that we've hit bottom. I trust that when Adrian boards the plane to Peace Village in a few weeks, the checks will have boldly returned, ordered, aligned, and tidy again.
Jeff really wants Adrian to have children, no matter what kind of pretense she has to go through. Otherwise, he (Jeff) is an evolutionary dead end, isn't he? I mean, his son's romances don't look any more promising.
Of course, there's always Mary...they could start a whole new line of Coreys.
I think maybe Mr. Giella recently completed a fabulous correspondence course on drawing hands, which seems the most reasonable explanation for Adrian's manual fixations throughout this entire story line. "Hey! Look at how I can draw this hand from this view angle. Doesn't it look great? Tomorrow I'll do it from a different perspective!"
Since Moy's now talking about kids, maybe the person on the other end of Ted's phone line isn't his possibly dead wife, but their child! He's only marrying Adrian to provide for his kid, since Nation's Geography never paid much.
I'm totally creeped-out by Adrian. She must be some kind of shape-shifter. Sometimes she looks like she's 20, sometimes 60 with a bad dye job, and sometimes like a man in drag. What's a hunky, happenin' guy like Ted see in her, besides her bank account?
I can not understand why Dr Jeff is suggesting that Adrian wait. Surely she has reached that stage of life where her biological clock is ticking that rapidly it now sounds like a shrill alarm of desperation.
Maybe he just doesn't want to be a grandfather because it'll make him feel old.
Even the blonde at table two is looking at Adrian in disbelief.
Excuse me while I visit www.touchmyownface.com, To enter just type in Santa Royale as your place of residence.
I just got over a terrible bout of a 24 hour flu bug. I ached, slept badly and tossed in bed. All I could think about Adrian and Ted and how much happier they will be when married and had children. Oh wait, I still have the flu.
You did? You spoke about it? How wonderful! I can just see an entire brood of little dim-witted science nerds running around with penciled-in mustaches. You must be very thrilled to have had that conversation.
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Ted having excused himself, Adrian has no choice but to touch her own face.
Picture the romance of their wedding night: minutes after getting to the hotel room Ted takes a phone call and we get a replay of the dialogue from April 1
Adrian "Do you really have to go?"
Ted "Yes, and it's too bad, because I wanted to do this!"
Ted lost his job and all his investments. Dr. Jeff can certainly empathize, as he has lost most of the checks on his shirt and the cuffs are in danger, too. Times are hard.
The shirt-checks aren't vanishing for good; it's a temporary thing. They're simply fading in and out, as a symbol of Adrian's grip on reality.
But there are signs that we've hit bottom. I trust that when Adrian boards the plane to Peace Village in a few weeks, the checks will have boldly returned, ordered, aligned, and tidy again.
If Ted was ducking out for an assignation with Toby, he should've chosen a table a bit further away, or maybe even hit the Bum Boat.
Jeff really wants Adrian to have children, no matter what kind of pretense she has to go through. Otherwise, he (Jeff) is an evolutionary dead end, isn't he? I mean, his son's romances don't look any more promising.
Of course, there's always Mary...they could start a whole new line of Coreys.
I think maybe Mr. Giella recently completed a fabulous correspondence course on drawing hands, which seems the most reasonable explanation for Adrian's manual fixations throughout this entire story line. "Hey! Look at how I can draw this hand from this view angle. Doesn't it look great? Tomorrow I'll do it from a different perspective!"
--wheelhead
The idea of Ted and Adrian reproducing is the most terrifying thought that Moy has come up with since identity fraud.
Since Moy's now talking about kids, maybe the person on the other end of Ted's phone line isn't his possibly dead wife, but their child! He's only marrying Adrian to provide for his kid, since Nation's Geography never paid much.
Maybe Ted and Adrian were both home-schooled and think face-touching is how babies are made?
I'm totally creeped-out by Adrian. She must be some kind of shape-shifter. Sometimes she looks like she's 20, sometimes 60 with a bad dye job, and sometimes like a man in drag. What's a hunky, happenin' guy like Ted see in her, besides her bank account?
I can not understand why Dr Jeff is suggesting that Adrian wait. Surely she has reached that stage of life where her biological clock is ticking that rapidly it now sounds like a shrill alarm of desperation.
Maybe he just doesn't want to be a grandfather because it'll make him feel old.
Even the blonde at table two is looking at Adrian in disbelief.
Excuse me while I visit www.touchmyownface.com, To enter just type in Santa Royale as your place of residence.
I just got over a terrible bout of a 24 hour flu bug. I ached, slept badly and tossed in bed. All I could think about Adrian and Ted and how much happier they will be when married and had children. Oh wait, I still have the flu.
If face touching is the way to, you know..., Adrian must be well on her way to be Santa Royales own Octo-Mom.
Eat some grass, Chester, the nightmares will go away.
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