HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR BOY!!!!

Yep. Today is Keith Moon's 62 birthday. Prettier post on www.greysqueenfest.blogspot.com.

Happiness!

Mommy's got a squuezebox, Daddy never sleeps at night!

Sadie yelped, her textbook falling to the carpet. She looked up, her face awash in a joyous glow.

"Well, screw calculus! I thought I had just converted you from your evil ways to Peepism, but you want to go back to the 60's?" Sadie smiled a tofu hammed-up smile and yanked a crusty peep from the package. "Aye, oh, let's go, then!"

She skipped from the room and to the kitchen that the whole dormitory shared and popped open the microwave.

picture of the boys!

time to start fresh.... "mom I need your credit card!"

" Geez poopy head I thought I was being clear I want to go back in time, remeber, and if that's the price you're giving me for week old peeps I'm just gonna go buy my own jeez." Noel said in a some what sarcastic voice. She picked up her purse assuming sadie didn't want to go back like she did, what's more important peeps or the sixties? Noel thought to her self as she tokk a few steps toward the door.

Ha! I reply with post haste!

Sadie's eyes grew wide in terror. "Don't take my Peeps!" she said, protectively clinging the yellow, marshmallow chicks to her chest. "They're all that's keeping me awake right now! They are beautiful, fluffy, sweet, slightly stale, perfect when melted in the microwave. Why, they're a sheer delight!"

Sadie switched to infomercial mode. "And you can buy the rest of this pack with your SOUL. Either that, or you can do my calculus homework for the next month: those two mean basically the same thing...Why did you want them again?"

The next bit... DUN DUN DUN.... DUN DUN!!!!!

Neol walked into the small dorm her and Sadie have begun to call home, "I wanna be in the 60's again... it's official."

"I know how you feel.. I really miss the mods," Sadie replied with a sigh, "I'm sick of all this homework too."

"Yeah.. I say we go to the sixties then you and me.... it's not like you don't got the supplies for it," she gestured toward the pack of peeps beside Sadie and smiled, hopping she'd want the same.

Sorry for the wait...

Months had passed since that had happened, and Sadie and Noel had gone back to the monotony that was college life. Sadie took up a rigorous study life, studying, studying, studying, and Noel? She took up the partying half of college.

Even so, it was still monotony, and the two girls ached for something new, or atleast, more interesting than what they were doing.

Sadie sat at the edge of her bed, busily transcribing her journalism notes into her laptop. She knawed on a garishly yellow Peep, mushing the marshmellow between her teeth.

getting to business

Noel let out a small laugh, then turned to Keith, "I'm sorry we can't name this suit after you, things just don't happen like that here." She gestured toward the room around as she said here.

Sadie frowned at Noel, but couldn't say anything back to her she knew it was right, it was their jobs on the line here, and, even though she herself was a big fan, her boss hated The Who. "we'll gladly accept your money though, to pay for the damage, you can send it to our boss within the next week." It was times like this when Sadie realized how much she hated her job, and as she looked over to Noel she could tell she wasn't enjoying this much either.

Keith stared at the two and nodded understanding the situation, even though he did like the idea of naming the room after him a lot more than he did just paying for damage.

The girls nodded back at him and then they left the room at the same time. When they were sure they were out of ear shot they started to go on about how adorable they thought Keith Moon was.

Meanwhile Keith stared out the door thinking, as he remembered Sadie, I'd tap that. The thought however disappeared almost completely when turned toward the huge hole in front of him and then toward the phone.

Oh Shit...