A Waramon story,
With guest appearances by
THE SPARROW SISTERS
Posted April 20, 2006
Waramon: Well, well, our Guardian has invited some of my kin to live here. That was ever so kind of her, don’t you think?
Waramon: Firstly, let me introduce my cousin, Boudicca Gladwell, part-time Supermodel.
Boudicca: -- And full-time Eurotrash! As I drift from nightclub to resort to city – it is who I am, why hide it.
Boudicca: I am named for a warrior queen. And I take no prisoners.
Waramon: Sweet as ever, dear Boudicca. But you do have a prisoner – my heart, haha!
Boudicca: Ever the flatterer, dearest Waramon. It may get you everywhere…
Waramon: And a most special treat – meet my bastard
half-brother, Tancredi, from the south of
Tancredi: An’ I al-wez thought of YOU as the bas-tard, mon frere **dirty French laugh**
Tabitha: Holy cr*p! Somebody’d better call the zoo and tell them the giraffes escaped!
Tancredi: An’ who ees these lee-tle girl?
Waramon: Just Tabitha – a salty morsel.
Boudicca: Oh dear – I’m really not fond of children, you know – my own or otherwise.
Tabitha: Tobacco didn’t stunt YOUR growth, did it?
Tancredi: Eh, lee-tle girl, I theenk you NEED eet!
Buddha Girl: Eh, we in
Angry Sparrow: Dey too tall.
Tancredi: I see your guar-dian she does not believe een control of ze VER-MIN, no?
Angry Sparrow: You hear what dat big stilt say?
Buddha Girl: Eh, we show DEM!
Angry Sparrow: Dat show DEM.
Buddha Girl: Dat make me hungry. Got some nice kimchee. We have wit chicken!
A couple days later, the weekend photo theme was The Boys. I coerced my lads into a photo-shoot (minus Kenzo, who had the misfortune to arrive the same day as Tancredi – more on that later) in: