"Ice cream is my first line of defense. There is no second."
or click here"Mother fucker. Have some of that! Want some dessert? Come back for more then. This one's sweeter... Fucking butterflies."
|STM:||Fucking butterflies... (smacks own face)|
|ADAM:||AH! What did you do?|
|ADAM:||Did I do it?|
|KAREN:||You thought I slapped you?|
|ADAM:||I saw the thing in your hand, I thought you may have dropped it on my head.|
|KAREN:||Wait a minute. I just need to make sure I understand. You didn't even— You thought it was m— You—|
|KAREN:||I just wanna— Can I establish a fact? You actually thought the big blunt thing that smacked you in the face was—|
|ADAM:||Be nicer about my hand.|
|KAREN:||— a different object than your hand? You didn't realize it was you who slapped you?|
|ADAM:||Well, I opened my eyes with my cheek stinging, and I saw you holding the microphone, and I thought maybe that had dropped onto my face.|
|KAREN:||Do you realize something wrong with what you just said? I'm just gonna repeat it back to you verbatim: "I saw you were holding the microphone—"|
|ADAM:||Yes, but you may have picked it back up—|
|KAREN:||Oh, okay. But I will tell you what happened, Baby. Right before you woke up, you were saying—|
|KAREN:||Listen: I'm gonna tell you what you were saying. I think it will illuminate. You were saying, "Mother fucker, take some of that! Fucking butterflies." (giggling) They were butterflies!|
Karen's notes: So sorry about the faulty transcription yesterday, guys. I promise I was not trying to censor STM (a bit late for that, isn't it?). It was just a bizarre error for which I have no explanation. All fixed now.