Umm...which birdie is that at the end? You've got too many! I'm assuming it's the creep seen in the bar earlier in one of the stories...eww. Thad and the real Birdie...fine. Thad and that freaky drunk...no. no way. you can't do that to poor Thaddy! Give him his wife and Mr. Winks already!

*screams bloddy murder* THAD! Martini. THAD! I HATE IT WHEN PARKER HURTS THAD! But its still so...addicting...the story that is. *cries in a corner* Poor Thad. Parker has to face my wrath now. *grins evilly with Parker plushie in hand* Oh Parker...where ARE you?

jeez. i am totally shocked. beautiful, but shocking. painful. wonderful in that twisted way.

Okay. That's really hard. Hmm, I think I like it. Let me keep reading.

Ou~

I really like this so far; I like how you've written this in the form of a play, it's original for this kind of story.

I look forward to reading more of your stories, you have a wonderful writing talent.

I can tell that I'm somehow going to end up sad at the end of this one, though.

*grabs Parker plushie*...HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MY POOR THADDIKINS?!?! *kills plushie*.........hehehe. You are a master of many mediums my friend! And what kind of ice cream did thaddy get? I always wondered...

THERE YOU GO! I AM YOU REVIEW **!

happy?