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The Osbournes Vs. The Bongiovis
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That little skit was inspired by the "Jon's House" Thread and the Osbournes. Wouldn't it be cool to have the Bongiovis? This thread is dedicated to any scenarios you can think up that might appear in the weird and wonderful world of the Bongiovis. Family reunions? Christmas Day? Birthdays? Family arguments? Band arguments? Or even new variations! The Bon Jovis (as in the band, not the family) The Samboras, The Obriens, The Bryans, The Torres's, The MacDonalds?!?! Is Hugh the heir to the fast food empire? Is he related To Ronald MacDonald?!?! Come on! Let's see what you all can do!!!! Love Laura ________ EXTREME VAPORIZER |
Since I lack anything and everything that can be considered creative, I will just sit back and enjoy everyone else's posts!
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Lol :) I liked that!
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Thankyou Tixy! lol!
Just a lickle Osbournes moment....hehe It's too late now, but tomorrow, I shall write some more- unless someone beats me to it! Come on! The rest of you can write this stuff! Love Laura ________ JAGUAR XF SPECIFICATIONS |
that was pretty funny....especially when the gun went off
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I love it. I can't wait for the next show..... :wink:
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Sorry it's taken so long, guys, but I only manage to get on here long enough to write a part of this every two days or so! But whenever I can, I shall post!
------------------------------------------ The Bongiovis- part 2: A visit from Mrs B... ------------------------------------------ (Jon is again sat at the Piano, trying to write the greatest song in the world, while Jesse, Jake and Stephanie are at school. Dorothea is practising her martial arts on a mat about 10ft from the piano. Richie is down in the basement pretending to write, but he's actually playing on a playstation with Obie) Jon: hmmmmmmm...no, no, that's not it... Dorothea: hai-YAH! (jumps around a bit on the mat) (Jon looks up, and glares) Jon: Dot, Darling, is there *any* chance you could go somewhere else? Dot: Nope! (jumps across the room and kicks a vase into a million pieces) (Jon flinches as the pieces of the vase hit the deck, and carries on writing. The doorbell rings, and he jumps up to answer it. He answers the door, and Mrs B marches in) Jon: Hey mom. Mrs B: (smacks him around the head) Jon! I thought I told you I didn't like the way this hall is decorated! Jon: But Maaaaa! This is MY house! I'm 40 Years old! Mrs B: And I gave you the gift of LIFE, SUNSHINE! Jon: Point taken. Mrs B: I like Pink Jon: I hate... Mrs B: anything but Pink in a hallway, I know you do. So change it! (Jon mutters something under his breath. Mrs B clouts Jon around the ear, and marches into the room where Dorothea is practising) Mrs B: Cheeky swine! Dot: Hi mom! Mrs B: Hey sweetie! (she kisses Dot on the cheek) Practising hard? Dot: Harder than ever! Mrs B: (urgently) Jon! (Jon runs in from the hall, looking worried) Jon: What's the matter?!?! Mrs B: Why is the Piano still in the room?! I *told* you that you disturb Dorothea when she's practising! Dot: Oh no, really Mrs B, I don't mind him being there! Jon: YOU don't mind ME? Mrs B: JON! (smacks him around the head again) Move that piano! NOW! (Jon looks scared and runsto the piano, and starts to push it towards the door. As he is, Richie appears in the doorway) Richie: What the...? Jon: Don't ask...(keeps pushing the piano) (Richie ducks under the piano, and pops up the other side) Richie: Hey Mrs B! Mrs B: Ricky! Richie: It's Richie, actually... Mrs B: Of course, sweetie! How are you feeling? Richie: I'm feeli... Mrs B: That's great, just great, but could you get me a coffee, sweetie? Richie: (shrugs) Sure...Dorothea? Dot: Not for me. Mrs B: Thank you Ronald! Richie: *muttering under his breath* It's Richie, dammit! (there is a loud crash, followed by several loud bands and crashes, and then one huge thud from the Basement. Obie comes running up the stairs) Obie:OH MY GOD! IT'S THE APOCALYPSE!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAVE YOURSELVES! (Obies dives out of the window) Mrs B: Odd young man. Roland? Be a dear and see what that noise was? Richie: Yes Mrs B...(goes down the stairs, and sees a mangled heap of what appears to be Jon and the Piano) Dude! You Ok? Jon: (accompanied by dischordant piano-ish sounds) I'm...I'm...fine. (Richie rushes to help him up and out of the mess) Jon: NO! Is my mother still here? (Mrs B calls down the stairs) Mrs B: JON! stop making such a racket! I am *trying* to Talk to Dorothea up here! And Reggie, sweetie, I am *awfully* thirsty! Richie: I'll be up in a minute, Mrs B! Mrs B: Very good dear! Richie: Yes she's still here, dude. (Richie goes to help Jon Up out of the mess) Jon: NOOOOOO! Leave me here! Let me die!!!!!!!!!!!! --------------- finis --------------- More soon.......... ________ Miss belvedere |
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That's f***in' great ! :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock:
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