I was gonna put this in the elevation thread, but I don't know how many ppl look in there anymore. I think you just look for the pictures and don't read anything. Lol not that I do that...
Anyway...
lol Bono's probably in some corner somewhere crying like me on Bono's wedding day (Yes I was negative 2 years old, so what?
) screaming "NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT IT'S ABOUT! IT'S ABOUT ZIMBABWE!" or something.
Thanksgiving at the Hewson household:
Bono: *takes a bite out of the ginormous turkey*
Ali: Baby, stop that! Let's say grace. Edge, would you like to say grace?
Edge: Eh...grace...it's...well it's the name of a girl. It's also the thought that....changed the world....I believe....Lawrence, help me out here.
Larry: O, dear Lord....thank you for all that you give us...Day by day....day by day...o dear Lord...(lol a 50 lemon prize to whoever can guess what movie I watched last night)
Adam: No, no, no. You've got it all wrong. First, you start with the sign of the cross.
Edge: O, right. In the name of Bono and of Gavin and of the Holy Tamale, Amen.
Bono: *takes another bite out of that turkey*
Ali: Ah, forget it. Larry, what piece would you like?
MullenGirl: LARRY! ASK ME WHAT PIECE I'D LIKE!
Larry: WTF?! Eh...I'll have a thigh.
MullenGirl: I got your thigh right here, Lawrence!
Edge: *Bluuuuuuuush*
Adam: *snicker*
Bono: *twix*
Ali: *Mr. Goodbar*
Larry: WHAT? Did you think I was gonna ask for a drumstick? LISTEN, just because I'm the bloody drummer doesn't mean that-- Oh, wait. It is all about the drums, isn't it? Fine, I'll have a drumstick. Feck it all.
Bono:*chomp* Mmm turkey. *looks at dish* What's THAT?
Ali: That's cranberry sauce.
Bono: No, it's not. *wipes mouth on exceptionally long sleeve*
Ali: I think I know if it's cranberry sauce.
Bono: Yes, but where are the little ridges?
Edge: Do you know about those experiments they did with cranberries this past spring? Well, you see, this farmer one day was--
Ali: Little ridges?
Bono: Yes. And it's supposed to be can-shaped.
Larry: Em...Eh, I think I lost one of me shirt buttons in the gravy...*tries to fish it out*
Bono: Adam, back me up on this one.
Adam: *cardboard Adam is standing in and can't respond*
Bono: Feck. Edge, you know what I'm talking about, right?
Edge: Do you wanna see the Carve-atron 3000? I invented it last night to carve the turkey today. You just pull this thing here, and....
Larry: No, no. I think that's...no, that's not me button. That is NOT a button. What is that? Ali, what--
Ali: So, you don't LIKE my cranberry sauce?
Bono: Well, I mean, I just miss the ridges is all.
Edge: Em....did you like that glass, Ali? Er, Alison?...*blush* Mrs. Hewson? Mrs....Bono? Em...cause I kinda broke it.
Bono: I mean...it'd be nice to give the fellas here a nice homecooked meal once in a while...
Ali: Cranberry sauce shaped like its can is NOT--
Edge: Oh...my. Well. Mrs. Hew-Mrs. Bono. I -- my Carve-atron seems to have been shooting out some sparks, and well....are you really rather attached to that curtain?...and sofa?...and...chair....and carpet? Hm.
Bono: You know what? Let's just change the subject. Sorry, fellas. Sorry, Ali.
Ali: That's OK. I know you like your...special cranberry sauce....
Larry: I think I just ate me button. What do buttons taste like? Ask Gina Marie.
Edge: Um...Mrs...Bono? I really hate to...be such a pest, but, um....did you...need that...room? Cause....man, it's gone...and um...
Bono: Speaking of which (lol, *random*) Has anyone checked out PLEBA lately? I've been far too busy fathering many children and tugging at my sleeves that I haven't had the chance. I also had this sonnet I had to finish...
Edge: Oh, the computer? It's...um..on fire....kinda....
Larry: Bono! The girls have been making fun of your seven pound package there.
Ali: Seven pounds? Where have I been?
Bono: FOAD, Lawrence.
Ali: No, wait...seven pounds? REALLY?...Larry, are you sure?
Larry: Bono, have you been posting there again under false names?
Bono: No! Edge, tell them that--
Edge: What?
Bono: About the 7 pounds...?
Edge: *bluuuuush* O I really wouldn't know...um....
Larry: They've posted, like, a million feckin times all in response to these pictures that--
Ali: Pictures? What pictures?
Larry: Oh, well just some pictures that some fans took of--
Ali: Can I see?
Edge: *bluuuuuuuuuuush*
Larry: *has pictures for no particular reason other than to blackmail Bono...or so he wants us to believe* *shows them to Ali*
Ali: SEVEN pounds? Baby, are you SURE?
Bono: Em...I'm sure the boys don't want to hear about this....Right, Adam?
Adam: *I'm cardboard, you dolt! Stop talking to me. The real Adam is out back for a quick smoke*
Bono: Hm...
Larry: Ali, is there a button in that envelope? I just keep LOSING them. I don't know what the feck...
Ali: Baby, SEVEN pounds?
Bono: I don't post there. I don't even--
Ali: WHAT is this?
Larry: BWWWAAAAAHHAHAHAAA! Is it the rugby pic?
Edge: *bluuuuuuush*
Ali: Yes! When did-- is that what that "Elevation" song was about? I thought that was just because you like to ride the elevators in the mall so much! BWAHAHAHAAA! Seven pounds....*scoff*
Bono: Edge, here -- you want to set something on fire? Set this on fire. *throws envelope of incriminating elevated pics into the firey pit that Edge's Carve-atron has produced*
*pout*
Ali: Don't get pouty!
Bono: *hmph*
Larry: Are buttons flammable? I think maybe they're just melting off me smooth self...
lol WTF was the point of that?
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(from the Elevated Bono thread)
lol Bono's probably in some corner somewhere crying like me on Bono's wedding day (Yes I was negative 2 years old, so what?
Thanksgiving at the Hewson household:
Bono: *takes a bite out of the ginormous turkey*
Ali: Baby, stop that! Let's say grace. Edge, would you like to say grace?
Edge: Eh...grace...it's...well it's the name of a girl. It's also the thought that....changed the world....I believe....Lawrence, help me out here.
Larry: O, dear Lord....thank you for all that you give us...Day by day....day by day...o dear Lord...(lol a 50 lemon prize to whoever can guess what movie I watched last night)
Adam: No, no, no. You've got it all wrong. First, you start with the sign of the cross.
Edge: O, right. In the name of Bono and of Gavin and of the Holy Tamale, Amen.
Bono: *takes another bite out of that turkey*
Ali: Ah, forget it. Larry, what piece would you like?
MullenGirl: LARRY! ASK ME WHAT PIECE I'D LIKE!
Larry: WTF?! Eh...I'll have a thigh.
MullenGirl: I got your thigh right here, Lawrence!
Edge: *Bluuuuuuuush*
Adam: *snicker*
Bono: *twix*
Ali: *Mr. Goodbar*
Larry: WHAT? Did you think I was gonna ask for a drumstick? LISTEN, just because I'm the bloody drummer doesn't mean that-- Oh, wait. It is all about the drums, isn't it? Fine, I'll have a drumstick. Feck it all.
Bono:*chomp* Mmm turkey. *looks at dish* What's THAT?
Ali: That's cranberry sauce.
Bono: No, it's not. *wipes mouth on exceptionally long sleeve*
Ali: I think I know if it's cranberry sauce.
Bono: Yes, but where are the little ridges?
Edge: Do you know about those experiments they did with cranberries this past spring? Well, you see, this farmer one day was--
Ali: Little ridges?
Bono: Yes. And it's supposed to be can-shaped.
Larry: Em...Eh, I think I lost one of me shirt buttons in the gravy...*tries to fish it out*
Bono: Adam, back me up on this one.
Adam: *cardboard Adam is standing in and can't respond*
Bono: Feck. Edge, you know what I'm talking about, right?
Edge: Do you wanna see the Carve-atron 3000? I invented it last night to carve the turkey today. You just pull this thing here, and....
Larry: No, no. I think that's...no, that's not me button. That is NOT a button. What is that? Ali, what--
Ali: So, you don't LIKE my cranberry sauce?
Bono: Well, I mean, I just miss the ridges is all.
Edge: Em....did you like that glass, Ali? Er, Alison?...*blush* Mrs. Hewson? Mrs....Bono? Em...cause I kinda broke it.
Bono: I mean...it'd be nice to give the fellas here a nice homecooked meal once in a while...
Ali: Cranberry sauce shaped like its can is NOT--
Edge: Oh...my. Well. Mrs. Hew-Mrs. Bono. I -- my Carve-atron seems to have been shooting out some sparks, and well....are you really rather attached to that curtain?...and sofa?...and...chair....and carpet? Hm.
Bono: You know what? Let's just change the subject. Sorry, fellas. Sorry, Ali.
Ali: That's OK. I know you like your...special cranberry sauce....
Larry: I think I just ate me button. What do buttons taste like? Ask Gina Marie.
Edge: Um...Mrs...Bono? I really hate to...be such a pest, but, um....did you...need that...room? Cause....man, it's gone...and um...
Bono: Speaking of which (lol, *random*) Has anyone checked out PLEBA lately? I've been far too busy fathering many children and tugging at my sleeves that I haven't had the chance. I also had this sonnet I had to finish...
Edge: Oh, the computer? It's...um..on fire....kinda....
Larry: Bono! The girls have been making fun of your seven pound package there.
Ali: Seven pounds? Where have I been?
Bono: FOAD, Lawrence.
Ali: No, wait...seven pounds? REALLY?...Larry, are you sure?
Larry: Bono, have you been posting there again under false names?
Bono: No! Edge, tell them that--
Edge: What?
Bono: About the 7 pounds...?
Edge: *bluuuuush* O I really wouldn't know...um....
Larry: They've posted, like, a million feckin times all in response to these pictures that--
Ali: Pictures? What pictures?
Larry: Oh, well just some pictures that some fans took of--
Ali: Can I see?
Edge: *bluuuuuuuuuuush*
Larry: *has pictures for no particular reason other than to blackmail Bono...or so he wants us to believe* *shows them to Ali*
Ali: SEVEN pounds? Baby, are you SURE?
Bono: Em...I'm sure the boys don't want to hear about this....Right, Adam?
Adam: *I'm cardboard, you dolt! Stop talking to me. The real Adam is out back for a quick smoke*
Bono: Hm...
Larry: Ali, is there a button in that envelope? I just keep LOSING them. I don't know what the feck...
Ali: Baby, SEVEN pounds?
Bono: I don't post there. I don't even--
Ali: WHAT is this?
Larry: BWWWAAAAAHHAHAHAAA! Is it the rugby pic?
Edge: *bluuuuuuush*
Ali: Yes! When did-- is that what that "Elevation" song was about? I thought that was just because you like to ride the elevators in the mall so much! BWAHAHAHAAA! Seven pounds....*scoff*
Bono: Edge, here -- you want to set something on fire? Set this on fire. *throws envelope of incriminating elevated pics into the firey pit that Edge's Carve-atron has produced*
*pout*
Ali: Don't get pouty!
Bono: *hmph*
Larry: Are buttons flammable? I think maybe they're just melting off me smooth self...
lol WTF was the point of that?
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~*Mona*~ the Shamrock n rolla!
"Most of our organization is run by women. We sort of work for them, really!" ~BonoBaby~
We live forwards. We understand backwards.
TURN EACH SONG INTO A PRAYER
