With an almost six year age difference between us, my sister and I didn’t have much use for each other when we were growing up. We were kind of like Beezus and Ramona. Fortunately, as adults, through the wonder of modern technology, we’ve discovered that we share the same demented sense of humor.
We often chat each other on Facebook in the evening, discussing scenes or dialogue to include in our screenplay. [Note: we don’t actually have a screenplay, but we’re convinced that if we could just focus, we’d be able to give the Cohen Bros. a run for their money.]
Recently Alicia switched her profile photo to this image of Little Debbie:
So wholesome.
I think the impetus for this was that she had served a box of Swiss Cake Rolls for dinner the night before. (Dinner, not dessert.)
On Facebook chat, the person’s profile photo shows up next to every comment they make, and it was cracking me up to chat with this little farm girl wearing a hat. To enhance the visual exchange, I switched my profile photo to this:
Wholly awesome.
Now whenever we chat, it looks like I’m on brink of punching Little Debbie. Which brings me no end of amusement.
See what I mean:
<–New profile photo = “Welcome to the gun show. Prepare for some kidney thumping.”
Little Debbie says, “Eat my Swiss Cake Roll.”
RR says, “F*ck your Swiss Cake Roll.”
Now that’s just potty talk there, Miss Rosie.
Rosie don’t have time for pleasantries.
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Hahahaha!!!!! That’s TOTALLY something my sister and I would do. Awesome.
Or with the potential for comical violence between cartoon characters, you can at least give Matt Stone and Trey Parker a run for their money. Either way, I’m getting in line. 🙂
I picture Little Debbie being cluelessly lucky, kind of like the Roadrunner, while Rosie stomps around like an angry Transformer.
You had me at swiss cake rolls for dinner.
You two should focus – we need some sister writer/directors out there!
That’s what SHE keeps saying. Friday night script sessions over Skype with a glass of wine…
Witty sisters–can it get any better than that?
Ooh, sure. It’s all fun and games until they gang up on you.
Sounds like an exchange I witnessed between two lesbians last weekend……..hahahaha
Why does that not surprise me?