For those of you who haven't heard the notorious BL story, please refer to www.elisabethkent.blogspot.com
Despite other fiendish twistings of the truth that have previously been posted on my sisters blog, I am happy to tell you that this all happened ALMOST exactly as she said. The only aspect she failed to convey in truth and detail was that Mollie did not come to my bathroom and tell me off. Mollie very in-maturely, and just plain meanly, tackled me on my bed until I was in a position where I couldn't breathe, and then made ME clean it up! Yes, If Elisabeth hadn't come and dragged her off of me, I might not be here today!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Emil's Big Day!
GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO! GOTTA GO!
Ever get that feeling? Well Emil did! It all happened that funny day while the Kents were eating an especially delicious lunch at Applebees. After finishing their crispy bread pudding with a side of caramel sauce, Emil felt it. I mean Emil really felt it! As some of you may already know, Emil resides, enjoying the warm comforts of Doha, Qatar in the Middle East. One comfort they either forgot about or just thought it might be funny to forget about is to unlock ANY of the bathrooms in the biggest mall they have!
Emil soon discovered this and by that time, Emil felt it even MORE!!!!!!!!! The funny thing is that Emil soon found out that the only bathrooms that were locked were the woman's. You may be thinking, well thats not so bad. Oh, but it was. For as I have been careless enough not to specify that Emil's actual name is Emily and there is no doubt that Emily IS a girl.
After frantically searching every bathroom in City Centre Emil's dad made the executive choice, that there was indeed no choice but to use the men's restroom, Yes, it's not a typo, the men's.
Emily was snuck into the stall in a very Jason Bourne like manner and wasn't escorted out again until long after she was finished. If you don't know, in Doha if your caught in the restroom of the opposite gender you could be deported.So as you can see, precautions had to be taken.
When the coast was clear Emily's father pounded on the stall door ranting "Emil! Emil! Emil! Emil!." Of course hoping not to jeopardize Emily's secret identity. So this is how it happened. Emil's Big Day will never be forgotten.
P.S. I caution you! If you ever visit an Arab country make sure a men's restroom is NOT on your must see list.
Ever get that feeling? Well Emil did! It all happened that funny day while the Kents were eating an especially delicious lunch at Applebees. After finishing their crispy bread pudding with a side of caramel sauce, Emil felt it. I mean Emil really felt it! As some of you may already know, Emil resides, enjoying the warm comforts of Doha, Qatar in the Middle East. One comfort they either forgot about or just thought it might be funny to forget about is to unlock ANY of the bathrooms in the biggest mall they have!
Emil soon discovered this and by that time, Emil felt it even MORE!!!!!!!!! The funny thing is that Emil soon found out that the only bathrooms that were locked were the woman's. You may be thinking, well thats not so bad. Oh, but it was. For as I have been careless enough not to specify that Emil's actual name is Emily and there is no doubt that Emily IS a girl.
After frantically searching every bathroom in City Centre Emil's dad made the executive choice, that there was indeed no choice but to use the men's restroom, Yes, it's not a typo, the men's.
Emily was snuck into the stall in a very Jason Bourne like manner and wasn't escorted out again until long after she was finished. If you don't know, in Doha if your caught in the restroom of the opposite gender you could be deported.So as you can see, precautions had to be taken.
When the coast was clear Emily's father pounded on the stall door ranting "Emil! Emil! Emil! Emil!." Of course hoping not to jeopardize Emily's secret identity. So this is how it happened. Emil's Big Day will never be forgotten.
P.S. I caution you! If you ever visit an Arab country make sure a men's restroom is NOT on your must see list.
The Menace with the Munchkins
When this blog account was first opened, it was meant merely as an informative and informal web page. However, as time has drug on (and some ugly and rude comments have been received), I have had to change my ways. This is now the first posting of my soon to be, AMAZING blog!
On the Kent family's strangely long drive to church, which occurs every Friday morning, a disturbing memory was brought to my attention. There were two sides to this memory. After many hours of interviewing, snooping, pondering, searching, and finally discovering, I know the truth! This is Emily Kent and you're reading "What Really Happened!"
This controversial subject all started two long and hazy years ago. The Kents were returning from their enjoyable visit to Disney World (uncanny I know). They had searched for a Starbucks but were unsuccessful. However, due to their awful situation and need for something sweet, the poor, poor Kent clan, yes, entered the small town's Dunkin Donuts.
"Ding, Ding!" When they opened the door the smell of day-old donuts and cold, cheap coffee drifted past them. The workers, rusty and covered with cobwebs, immediately sprang up in an excited and shocked manner. The Kents proceeded to the counter to order. After they had eaten their fill and used the the shops restroom, naive Todd made an executive decision to order a box of FIFTY, yes I said FIFTY, Munchkins (donut holes)for the rest of the trip back.
As they sat back in the car and started to recap once again on their thrilling experience at Disney World, no one thought about the Munchkins waiting for them. No one, that is, but selfish Elisabeth. When sweet, cute Emily asked politely for a Munchkin, all heads turned toward Elisabeth. She replied slowly and in a scrawny way, "They're gone."
Since this horrid incident, no soul has entrusted any form of donut with Elisabeth. Frankly, I can see why. Thank you for joining me on "What Really Happened." This is Emily Kent wishing all of you out there, may you be jelly, chocolate, glaze, apple spice, Boston creme, Bavarian creme, chocolate covered, marble, sugar, sprinkle, or the classic bear claw, what some wonder if there still is, donut safety!
P.S. On behalf of WRHI (What Really Happened Inc), we advise you not to believe anything posted in regard to this subject on www.elisabethkent.blogspot.com
On the Kent family's strangely long drive to church, which occurs every Friday morning, a disturbing memory was brought to my attention. There were two sides to this memory. After many hours of interviewing, snooping, pondering, searching, and finally discovering, I know the truth! This is Emily Kent and you're reading "What Really Happened!"
This controversial subject all started two long and hazy years ago. The Kents were returning from their enjoyable visit to Disney World (uncanny I know). They had searched for a Starbucks but were unsuccessful. However, due to their awful situation and need for something sweet, the poor, poor Kent clan, yes, entered the small town's Dunkin Donuts.
"Ding, Ding!" When they opened the door the smell of day-old donuts and cold, cheap coffee drifted past them. The workers, rusty and covered with cobwebs, immediately sprang up in an excited and shocked manner. The Kents proceeded to the counter to order. After they had eaten their fill and used the the shops restroom, naive Todd made an executive decision to order a box of FIFTY, yes I said FIFTY, Munchkins (donut holes)for the rest of the trip back.
As they sat back in the car and started to recap once again on their thrilling experience at Disney World, no one thought about the Munchkins waiting for them. No one, that is, but selfish Elisabeth. When sweet, cute Emily asked politely for a Munchkin, all heads turned toward Elisabeth. She replied slowly and in a scrawny way, "They're gone."
Since this horrid incident, no soul has entrusted any form of donut with Elisabeth. Frankly, I can see why. Thank you for joining me on "What Really Happened." This is Emily Kent wishing all of you out there, may you be jelly, chocolate, glaze, apple spice, Boston creme, Bavarian creme, chocolate covered, marble, sugar, sprinkle, or the classic bear claw, what some wonder if there still is, donut safety!
P.S. On behalf of WRHI (What Really Happened Inc), we advise you not to believe anything posted in regard to this subject on www.elisabethkent.blogspot.com
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