I need to make a Murphy icon...anyhoo, my (long winded) comments! ;o)
After eighteen months, four days and five, no six, hours, he still looked good.
I *love* how he'd been counting...lol ♥
Sean walked over to where Tim stood and gave him the standard male one-armed, no-lower-body-contact hug.
...and we all know how THAT looks...lol ...nice imagery
“Sure”, said Murphy, biting back a smile. Santa was being very, very good to him this year.
HEE!!!!
Those three little words. Too bad they didn’t mean what Sean wanted them to.
DOUBLE HEE!!! LOVED IT!
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Ryan played the Irish card with such stunning frequency that it amused Sean to count the time from when Ryan would start talking until he started waving the Irish flag.
LOL! How true is THAT? ;o)
“In this corner, wearing baby blue boxing trunks and nothing else, Ryan O’Reily.”
I am in love with your Murphy!Muse LOL
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This inmate never played the Irish card, not like Ryan O’Reily, who would have phrased his proposition, “Let me blow you. For Ireland.”
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!
---------------- Eleanor smiled at him, going in for the kill. “Come. Have dinner with me. I’ll tell you some things about your best friend that I bet even you didn’t know.”
It took all of Sean’s willpower to turn her down.
OH! That IS willpower, because even *I* wanted to know what she'd say!
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The next words came through quietly, but so clearly that Sean nearly dropped the phone in response. “Come to L.A.”
Awwwwwwwwwwwww...see, if done right, McManus/Murphy DOES work, I don't care what anyone says!
“No thanks. I can’t keep following you around,” he replied and hung up the phone.
Oooooh...OUCH.
But I’m afraid I’m going to have to take a pass. In fact, I got a better offer.” With that, Murphy got up, handed Querns the envelope containing his letter of resignation, and left the office.
YAYZ!!!! A happy ending...awww...loved it all! Nice job!
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Date: 2006-09-25 09:12 am (UTC)I need to make a Murphy icon...anyhoo, my (long winded) comments! ;o)
After eighteen months, four days and five, no six, hours, he still looked good.
I *love* how he'd been counting...lol ♥
Sean walked over to where Tim stood and gave him the standard male one-armed, no-lower-body-contact hug.
...and we all know how THAT looks...lol ...nice imagery
“Sure”, said Murphy, biting back a smile. Santa was being very, very good to him this year.
HEE!!!!
Those three little words. Too bad they didn’t mean what Sean wanted them to.
DOUBLE HEE!!! LOVED IT!
-------------
Ryan played the Irish card with such stunning frequency that it amused Sean to count the time from when Ryan would start talking until he started waving the Irish flag.
LOL! How true is THAT? ;o)
“In this corner, wearing baby blue boxing trunks and nothing else, Ryan O’Reily.”
I am in love with your Murphy!Muse LOL
-----------------
This inmate never played the Irish card, not like Ryan O’Reily, who would have phrased his proposition, “Let me blow you. For Ireland.”
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!
----------------
Eleanor smiled at him, going in for the kill. “Come. Have dinner with me. I’ll tell you some things about your best friend that I bet even you didn’t know.”
It took all of Sean’s willpower to turn her down.
OH! That IS willpower, because even *I* wanted to know what she'd say!
-------------------
The next words came through quietly, but so clearly that Sean nearly dropped the phone in response. “Come to L.A.”
Awwwwwwwwwwwww...see, if done right, McManus/Murphy DOES work, I don't care what anyone says!
“No thanks. I can’t keep following you around,” he replied and hung up the phone.
Oooooh...OUCH.
But I’m afraid I’m going to have to take a pass. In fact, I got a better offer.” With that, Murphy got up, handed Querns the envelope containing his letter of resignation, and left the office.
YAYZ!!!! A happy ending...awww...loved it all! Nice job!