I'm totally going to get it during my next Barnes & Noble run, which hopefully will be soon! As if I don't have about a million other books I don't have time to read....
I hate myself for thinking this, but I can see it now. Wilson comes out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a perfectly baked macadamia nut pie in oven mitt-clad hands, followed by about fifteen or so orphans. The children are named Sam, Lisa, Johnny, Gregorina, Susie I, Susie II, Susie IV (Susie III died in a tragic baking accident, which you think would deter Wilson from ever making pie again), Peter, Paul, Mary, Mikey, Raph, Leo, Donny, and Sally "The Knife" Vizzini. There are about thirty more in the back, playing House or something. No pun intended.
"Jimmy!" Greg exclaims, turning towards his lover. His eyes shine bright, electric blue that can pierce the souls of those zombies that dare defy him. "Is that pie?"
"Yes, Greg, love," Jimmy says, his warm brown eyes the color of melted chocolate and other good things that don't look like feces. "The children helped."
"Yes, Daddy Greg! We helped!" the children exclaim.
"I'm so proud of you all," Greg House says, wiping a tear from his crystalline eyes. "You all survived despite the odds, and now we can live together as one happy family."
"Oh, Greg," Jimmy says, and in a fit of unbridled passion kisses House. Nobody seems to have a problem with it.
Suddenly there is a group hug and pie for everyone.
...DEAR GOD THE AGONY. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF.
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Date: 2007-09-06 06:17 am (UTC)I hate myself for thinking this, but I can see it now. Wilson comes out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a perfectly baked macadamia nut pie in oven mitt-clad hands, followed by about fifteen or so orphans. The children are named Sam, Lisa, Johnny, Gregorina, Susie I, Susie II, Susie IV (Susie III died in a tragic baking accident, which you think would deter Wilson from ever making pie again), Peter, Paul, Mary, Mikey, Raph, Leo, Donny, and Sally "The Knife" Vizzini. There are about thirty more in the back, playing House or something. No pun intended.
"Jimmy!" Greg exclaims, turning towards his lover. His eyes shine bright, electric blue that can pierce the souls of those zombies that dare defy him. "Is that pie?"
"Yes, Greg, love," Jimmy says, his warm brown eyes the color of melted chocolate and other good things that don't look like feces. "The children helped."
"Yes, Daddy Greg! We helped!" the children exclaim.
"I'm so proud of you all," Greg House says, wiping a tear from his crystalline eyes. "You all survived despite the odds, and now we can live together as one happy family."
"Oh, Greg," Jimmy says, and in a fit of unbridled passion kisses House. Nobody seems to have a problem with it.
Suddenly there is a group hug and pie for everyone.
...DEAR GOD THE AGONY. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF.