What, MORE silly stuff?!! Like we didn't have enough already!
First off: for all of you who have expressed IMMENSE dissatisfaction with the outcome of Miami Rhapsody...like, HOW did that dumb ditz pass HIM up???? EEK!!! I've rewritten it for you........
Miami Rhapsody De-Twittedby 'Zita Warrior Princess
Gwen perched on the edge of the toilet lid. "Why am I so afraid of happiness??" she whined.
Antonio sat beside her with a sigh. "I think I'm still in love with your mother," he said. "I can't stop thinking about her.
Despite the fact that he had recently emerged from the shower, was shirtless and had wet hair and smelled like Diavolo, she just went right on sniveling like the big dumb hamburger she was. Until she happened to glance up to see another woman standing in the doorway, wearing a black leatherette mini-dress and high stiletto-heeled boots, a sword thrust into a scabbard over her shoulder.
"I'LL tell you why you are afraid," she said. "It's because you are a great big dumb TWIT with spaghetti and meatballs for brains, and you don't know a sexy, yummy, gorgeous, hunky BABE when somebody smacks you upside of the head with one. THAT's why."
"Wh-who are YOU?" they both stammered, jumping to their feet.
"I am 'Zita, the Warrior Princess," the woman said, "and I am de-twitting this dang movie and putting the ending it really needs to it. I've big plans for you, darlin'," she tossed a coy glance toward Antonio, "and as for YOU, my soggy little cornflake...."
With that she picked up Gwen by the scruff of her neck, ignoring her squeak of protest, and began balling her up until she was the size of a Buff-Puff, opened the lid of the toilet and made as if to drop her in. Antonio reached out and caught her wrist.
"Wait, wait, wait," he said in his enchanting accent. "I have a better idea."
And they mailed her off to People magazine, where she was very quickly recognized by the staff as one of their own, so that she soon joined them and got Justin Timberlake voted Sexiest Man Alive for that year. Which was a great relief to Antonio Banderas, enabling him to leave behind his pesky Latin Lover image and go on to bigger and better things.
"Speaking of bigger and better things," 'Zita giggled, as they sensuously tango'd back into the bedroom, "let's get down to business, shall we, amigo? Let's take that countdown over again, and do it backwards this time so that we can REALLY blast off...and hey, this leatherette is really getting hot, how 'bout helping me with this zipper? Ahhhhh....that's MUCH better.....yesssssss......"
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Here are some pix made by Denise C., I've had them since forever and have been meaning to put them up, just now getting around to it! I think they call out for captions...so, if you can come up with any good ones, just send 'em along to me at rozita870@aol.com and I'll put 'em up here...please put the picture number along with your caption so I'll know which one it's supposed to go to...(not TOO dirty, please!)
Click on them to enlarge...oops, said it again...#1.
"Hey, the breath smells like RoZ, but only Chatty is old enough to have whiskers. Now I AM confused."
--from Chatty....who else? LOL"Ayyyy, this is em-BEAR-assing..." *snerk* not telling...haha
#2.
"Hey, you with the mask, I'm the only Zorro allowed in this bed!"
--Chatty
#3.
"I'm telling you, furball, the Jellystone picnic ground is about a mile further down the trail that way!"
--Chatty
"Heyyyy...I KNOW I didn't call or write...but I will always remember fondly our night together...OK?" (again not telling...lol)~*~**~***~**~*~
"Chatty, this is the last time I warn you about giving me whisker burns when we make love!"
--Chatty
"White meat or dark?"
--Lorraine
Anybody else? *snicker*  
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