Mr. Mackey) I could clean it up! *enormous grin* For those who don't know what Lubed: The Musical is, it's based on Grease and involves Wee!Spike, my satirization of really bad Spike/Angel fic where Spike is ladyfied and always crawling in Angel's lap. o_0
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, the rights to the song lyrics, or much else in this world. but I do own my imagination....
My apologies to the song writers of Grease. For clarification, S: Spike, A: Angel (duh)
ToS approved words will be in R E D ink, so there's no question that it's all cleaned up. :D
Lubed! The Musical!
Our story begins on a moonlit beach, our two lovers holding each other at arms length and in a manly way because they are men of legal age and consent, wishing it wasn't over...
S: Angel, this summer has been a dream. I don't want it to end!
A: Spikey, I'll never forget you, or the time we've had.
[Music swells as our lovers kiss like Michael and Fredo in the Godfather, which is the only way for men to kiss - the kiss of DEATH, thinking it is the last time]
CUT TO: ENTRANCE TO SUN-HELL HIGH (a night school)
Angel and the T-Birds (demons with bird heads, and the token Fyarl demon) are lounging, waiting for school to start, and talking about the hot females because that is manly and acceptable of the Sisterhood of Jhe, who happen to have pink skin and are referred to as the Pink Ladies, by the way, when said group of chicks show up, Spikey in tow.
A: Spikey!
S: Angel?? ANGEL!!
They run at each other, clasp one another LIKE BROTHERS, until Angel hears sniggering behind him. And when you've heard a Fyarl demon snigger, you can safely die because you have heard everything.
T-Bird: Yo! Angelus! You doing that chick out here where we can all watch? because misogyny is acceptable, for we are MEN
A: (adjusts his collar and goes back to game face) Yeah, I thought I'd bang his sweetass buns right here for all to see.
S: (with tears coursing down his face) Angel! How could you? I thought we MEANT something to each other!
A: What can I say? I was born bad, baby.
S: (wails) That's MY line! (runs away, sobbing)
[SPLIT SCREEN, SPIKE AND PINK LADIES - SOOTHING HIM- ON LEFT, ANGEL AND T-BIRDS HIGH FIVING ON RIGHT]
PL: Spike? Can you tell us what happened?
[MUSIC TO SUMMER LOVING BEGINS TO PLAY, AND SPIKE IS A SOPRANO]
S: Summer lovin', happened so fast...
A: That's because he jumped up myass buns...
S: Met a vamp - cute as can be
A: Met a vamp - my love makes him wee
Together: Summer days bu-urning my face, so I (oh!) waited for summer nights...
All: Oh, well a, well a, well a OOH!
PL: Tell me more, Tell me more: did he have a tight hole?
TB: Tell me more, Tell me more:did he suck your thick pole? did you participate in fraternity hazing, like getting duct-taped naked to a pole?
S and A: Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh!
A: Got love from me, it made him wee-ee.
S: He walked by me, I felt so free-hee-hee.
A: I took his life, he drank my blood.
S: He was gay,dick sucking is good! So we ostracized him, being gay is crud!
S and A: Summer sun, ended our fun, but OH! all the hot summer.... niiiiii-hights!!
ALL: Tell me more! Tell. Me. More!!!!
[LATER THAT DAY, SPIKE AND ANGEL ARE ALONE OUTSIDE SCHOOL]
A: Spike! Spikey! Come here. I want to apologize for embarrassing you like that.
S: (pouts and turns his back to him, although he is smiling) You really hurt my feelings. Didn't our summer mean anything to you?
A: I sang about it, didn't I? Did rainbow hands in 4/4 time and everything.
S: You did? Oh, ANGEL!!
A: Come here, myLittle Precious Flower of an Albino Vamp childhood friend, but we are not children, we are of legal age and not naked or touching body parts!
Spike throws himself into Angel's arms and theykiss played basketball passionately. As Angel tongues his lover shares stock tips with his pal, he notices that Spike is beginning to shrink in his arms again. Spike looks up to his lover pal, bats his eyes a bit, and with an endearing gaze from his lover buddy Angel, Spike zooms to a 5 inch stature with a *POP!*
[MUSIC TO SANDRA DEE SWELLS IN THE BACKGROUND]
S: (sings in his high, clear soprano)
Look at me, I'm Spike that's Wee!
Lousy with myCold, Dead Seed™ manatee!
I may be dead, but not as much as Fred! Hey, look! I'm Spike that's Wee!
Watch it! Hey! I'm a vamp andgay I like women of legal age! I was SIRED that way.
Won't come until Angel's gotten his fill! Because, I'm Spike that's Wee!
I drink responsibly! (A: no!)
I swear to behave (A: gasp!)
I DO white my hair (A: Huh!).
I've always got a cigarette a habit which I'm using Nicorette™ gum to curb my habit. See your local drugstore!(A: cough, cough, cough).
Get your filthy paws on mysilkydresser drawers.
Did you pull that crap with Buffy?
N'gelus, N'gelus! Comefuckmm'kay me!
Get that pelvis where I can see!
You're getting hot
You cando me a lot pass me that pot (for boiling noodles)!
Hey! Fongool! I'm Spike that's Wee!
Angel picks up his Liliputian love machine and carries him in his pocket to auto shop. The T-Birds are hanging out, not doing anything, and complaining about their lack of scoring.
A: You guys gotta get one of these. (A pulls out Wee!Spike and shows him to everyone in the room. They all ooh and aww Angel's littlefuckmm'kay-bucket.)
TB1: I wish I had a Wee!Spike tohave sex lift weights or other healthy male pastimes with. (dejected, he plops head in hand)
TB2: Me too. (kicks a pebble on the floor)
[MUSIC TO GREASED LIGHTENING BEGINS WHEN ANGEL SPEAKS]
A: Why, this vamp is shrunkomatic! He's a sex addict for which he is seeking treatment! And a touch pragmatic! (S: it's true.)
Why, he's Wee Spikey!!
All: Go go go, go go go go go go go go!
[A: passes his wee lover toscrew throw a softball with all of the T-Birds, who are dancing with glee]
A: We'll get my Wee Spike in you, hell, this guy has got a prostate which he checks routinely for cancer and uses the latest drugs from GlaxoKlineSmith productsor three
TB1: Keep talking, whoa, keep talking!
A: He'll ride yourknob bicycle just like a champ, that's why I love my Spikey that's Wee!
TB2: I'llfuck mm'kay you honey, I'll kill to fuck mm'kay you honey! (snaps neck of auto shop teacher as proof)
A: When he gets you on all fours,
Yourcock loving stay-at-home mother will weep, yeah it will pour,
For Wee Spikey!
ALL: Go go go, go go go go go go go go!
A (and All): (Spike has changes into a body suit covered in tassels, and is shaking it for all it's worth)
Go Wee Spikey, yourdickshovel is like a fucking digging machine
Wee Spikey! GO Wee Spikey!
Go Wee Spikey, Your body is so tiny and wee!
Wee Spikey! Go Wee Spikey!
Yourdick's pizza is supreme! You make me cream want to add on an order of hot wings! Oh Wee Spikey!
Eveyone now sated, Angel takes hislover fraternity buddy, almost as close as a war buddy, you wouldn't understand to the park, where Spike climbs up onto Angel's shoulder and nuzzles him affectionately stoically lends his support by not touching or speaking, just being a good male friend. Of legal age..
S: Say we'll be together forever as best pals. I'llmake love to you be there for your first child's birth as a good friend right now if we can always be just as we are - right now.
A: I'll love you forever,baby best platonic friend for whom I have no sexual desires because it was Adam and EVE not STEVE.
Spike scoots down to the back of Angel'sleather pants boat dock and slides himself down between the cool vamp-flesh and silky boxers cool lake water and powerful ski boat, looking for his prize. A twig snaps in the distance, and Angel jumps up, unaware that Spike has slid down to his puckering love hole boat dock and is hanging on to the sphincter ring boat's ladder of safety. Not seeing anything, Angel sits back down, lodging Wee Spike in the deepest part of his descending colon incredibly large and powerful ski boat.
A: Spike? Schmoopy dumpling? Itty bittyfuckinator mm'kayinator? Where'd you go? Baby? Honey buns? Heterosexual, of legal age best buddy?
Stranger: Way to talk to yourself, LOSER! (Laughing as he walks off stage)
(Angel buries his face in his hands, thinking hislove fraternity brother has deserted him.)
[MUSIC TO SANDY'S SONG BEGINS TO PLAY]
A: Stranded at the swingset, branded a fool...
What will the demons say Monday at school?
Spikey, can't you see? I'm in misery...
I sat down, you're not around, there's nothing left for me.
Wee!Spike's gone, I'm all alone, I sit (S:UNF!) and wonder why-y-y oh, why.
You left me, ooh, Spikey...
[SPOKEN]
Spikey, darlin', you hurt me real bad, you know it's true.
But baby, you gotta believe me when I say, I can'tcum load this ZTZ99 battle tank's canon without you.
[SINGS]
Wee!Spike's gone, I'm all alone, I sit (S: HEY!!) and wonder why-y-y oh, why.
You left me, Oh Spikey...
[ANGEL BEGINS TOCRY LIKE A SLAPPED CHILD WHITTLE, WHILE SPIKE - WHO HAS HEARD THE HEARTFELT PLEA FOR HIS LOVE PAL, CLASPS HIS HANDS TO HIS TEENY LITTLE BOOBIES LIKE A FAT MAN IN A COCONUT BIKINI, SO IT IS HUMOROUS AND DOESN'T FRIGHTEN ANY ONEAND SINGS TO HOPLESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU]
S: (while leaning forlorn against thefinal curve in the colon before it merges into the rectum piles of dead insurgents)
My head is saying, "Spike forget him," my heart is saying, "don't let go."
hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly embedded in you... Like journalists in war time
But now there's nowhere to hide, since you pushed medeep inside down in a bar fight
UHG! There's something on my head, hopelessly embedded in you... Like journalists in war time
hopelessly embedded in you, hopelessly embedded in youuuu! Like journalists in war time, like journalists in war tiiiiiiiiiiime
Angel hears the final high note coming from the region ofhis tushee a church, which he regularly attends for moral fortitude, of which he is filled to the brim.
A: Spike?Fuck Mm'kay-knuckle? You in there? Is that my conscience?
Angel pulls his pants down like a fraternity man - of legal age - mooning someone, because that is fun and everyone enjoys a harmless frat mooning, leans over the picnic table and twists so he can see hisbum Porterhouse steak. Meanwhile, Spike has been able to work his way to the light and has popped his head out of the foxhole.
S: Oi! Sizzle tits! I've been here all along! And I love you too!!
[MUSIC TO YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT PLAYS]
A: You're the one in mybutt tank!! (S: I'm the one in your butt tank!) Ooh, ooh, UNF! Spikey,
You're the one in mybutt tank!! (S: I'm the one in your butt tank!) Ooh, ooh, UNF! Spikey
You're the one in mybutt tank!! (S: I'm the one in your butt tank!) Ooh, ooh, UNF! Spikey
You make mecum patriotic, (S: I make you cream patriotic!) It's lots of fun! (S: Oh, yes indeed!)
A: I got chills! They're multiplying, 'cause we know that math is Hawt!
On yourlove friendship, I'm relyin', it's VAMPIFYIN'!
S: (in his high and clear soprano)
You better not squat!'Cause I'd fall out man! And my hands are holding high-fivin' you!
You better clench your emotions up up, need to understand, to yourlove-hole country I am true-ooooo
Both: You're the one in mybutt tank!! (S: I'm the one in your butt tank!) Ooh, ooh, UNF! Spikey,
You're the one in mybutt tank!! (S: I'm the one in your butt tank!) Ooh, ooh, UNF! Spikey
You're the one in mybutt tank!! (S: I'm the one in your butt tank!) Ooh, ooh, UNF! Spikey
You make mecum patriotic, (S: I make you butt tank!) It's lots of fun! (S: Oh, yes indeed!)
The T-Birds show up with pieces of the Pink Ladies stuck in their jowls, horns, protrusions that are not genetalia, because that violates the Millers Test.
TB1: Aww, you two are really together now!
TB2: *Burp*
Angel takes a pinch between his cheeks of manly tobacco - he's trying to quit and using Nicorette™ which is helping curb the cravings (yep, THOSE cheeks) and sloooowly pullslittle pygmy Spike a tooth out, shakes as the chills run up his naked backside powerful forearms, and then beams at his fetoidal love bunny in the palm of his hand which is alive at conception. He will insure his female partner, who is of legal age, covers when she breast feeds.
A: Spikey?? (He noticed that Spike removed hissequined and tasseled body suit and is naked gas mask)
S: Tell me about it,stud platonic, legal-aged friend.
All: Wow! We really are ready to take over the world now! The U.S. is the greatest democracy on the planet. Buy American!
Angel and Spike arenuzzling and cooing to each other fixing up an old car, listening to Lynard Skynard, while the demons barrel roll off in the distance.
[MUSIC TO WE GO TOGETHER PLAYS]
Both:
We go together likestick your crunchy bleachy head up into my poop chute large steaks and baked potatoes
You make meco-ome want to pay my taxes like, shoowop, showalla walla, yippity boom-de-boom
Cream,cream, squirtity-squirt ski plop cheese cinnamon bun frosting, that's the way it should be-eee
Ooh, Almighty God ....SPLAT!
We're for each other likestick me in your poofty ass, my big Irish lovah, Just like my brother, but not as hot and sexy as brothercest stories buddy who survived Normandy, Saving Private Ryan was a powerful movie
Cream,cream, squirtity-squirt ski plop cheese cinnamon bun frosting, that's the way it should be-eee
Ooh, Unf....SPLAT!
[MUSIC PLAYS TO FADE WHILE OURLOVERS OVER 18 MALE FRIENDS WHO ARE SIMPLY FRIENDS, THAT'S IT, WHY DO THE GAYS HAVE TO BE EVERYWHERE? CLIMB INTO THE DESOTO WITH THE BLACKED PEOPLE OF COLOR OUT WINDOWS AND DRIVE OUT INTO THE SUN...]
~*~
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By me, so as to not cause confusion. I figured that I could take my most offensive/obscene offering on LJ and by using LJ's vague and ever changing ToS (and a little help from Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, the rights to the song lyrics, or much else in this world. but I do own my imagination....
My apologies to the song writers of Grease. For clarification, S: Spike, A: Angel (duh)
ToS approved words will be in R E D ink, so there's no question that it's all cleaned up. :D
Our story begins on a moonlit beach, our two lovers holding each other at arms length and in a manly way because they are men of legal age and consent, wishing it wasn't over...
S: Angel, this summer has been a dream. I don't want it to end!
A: Spikey, I'll never forget you, or the time we've had.
[Music swells as our lovers kiss like Michael and Fredo in the Godfather, which is the only way for men to kiss - the kiss of DEATH, thinking it is the last time]
CUT TO: ENTRANCE TO SUN-HELL HIGH (a night school)
Angel and the T-Birds (demons with bird heads, and the token Fyarl demon) are lounging, waiting for school to start, and talking about the hot females because that is manly and acceptable of the Sisterhood of Jhe, who happen to have pink skin and are referred to as the Pink Ladies, by the way, when said group of chicks show up, Spikey in tow.
A: Spikey!
S: Angel?? ANGEL!!
They run at each other, clasp one another LIKE BROTHERS, until Angel hears sniggering behind him. And when you've heard a Fyarl demon snigger, you can safely die because you have heard everything.
T-Bird: Yo! Angelus! You doing that chick out here where we can all watch? because misogyny is acceptable, for we are MEN
A: (adjusts his collar and goes back to game face) Yeah, I thought I'd bang his sweet
S: (with tears coursing down his face) Angel! How could you? I thought we MEANT something to each other!
A: What can I say? I was born bad, baby.
S: (wails) That's MY line! (runs away, sobbing)
[SPLIT SCREEN, SPIKE AND PINK LADIES - SOOTHING HIM- ON LEFT, ANGEL AND T-BIRDS HIGH FIVING ON RIGHT]
PL: Spike? Can you tell us what happened?
[MUSIC TO SUMMER LOVING BEGINS TO PLAY, AND SPIKE IS A SOPRANO]
S: Summer lovin', happened so fast...
A: That's because he jumped up my
S: Met a vamp - cute as can be
A: Met a vamp - my love makes him wee
Together: Summer days bu-urning my face, so I (oh!) waited for summer nights...
All: Oh, well a, well a, well a OOH!
PL: Tell me more, Tell me more: did he have a tight hole?
TB: Tell me more, Tell me more:
S and A: Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh!
A: Got love from me, it made him wee-ee.
S: He walked by me, I felt so free-hee-hee.
A: I took his life, he drank my blood.
S: He was gay,
S and A: Summer sun, ended our fun, but OH! all the hot summer.... niiiiii-hights!!
ALL: Tell me more! Tell. Me. More!!!!
[LATER THAT DAY, SPIKE AND ANGEL ARE ALONE OUTSIDE SCHOOL]
A: Spike! Spikey! Come here. I want to apologize for embarrassing you like that.
S: (pouts and turns his back to him, although he is smiling) You really hurt my feelings. Didn't our summer mean anything to you?
A: I sang about it, didn't I? Did rainbow hands in 4/4 time and everything.
S: You did? Oh, ANGEL!!
A: Come here, my
Spike throws himself into Angel's arms and they
[MUSIC TO SANDRA DEE SWELLS IN THE BACKGROUND]
S: (sings in his high, clear soprano)
Look at me, I'm Spike that's Wee!
Lousy with my
I may be dead, but not as much as Fred! Hey, look! I'm Spike that's Wee!
Watch it! Hey! I'm a vamp and
Won't come until Angel's gotten his fill! Because, I'm Spike that's Wee!
I drink responsibly! (A: no!)
I swear to behave (A: gasp!)
I DO white my hair (A: Huh!).
I've always got a cigarette a habit which I'm using Nicorette™ gum to curb my habit. See your local drugstore!(A: cough, cough, cough).
Get your filthy paws on my
Did you pull that crap with Buffy?
N'gelus, N'gelus! Come
Get that pelvis where I can see!
You're getting hot
You can
Hey! Fongool! I'm Spike that's Wee!
Angel picks up his Liliputian love machine and carries him in his pocket to auto shop. The T-Birds are hanging out, not doing anything, and complaining about their lack of scoring.
A: You guys gotta get one of these. (A pulls out Wee!Spike and shows him to everyone in the room. They all ooh and aww Angel's little
TB1: I wish I had a Wee!Spike to
TB2: Me too. (kicks a pebble on the floor)
[MUSIC TO GREASED LIGHTENING BEGINS WHEN ANGEL SPEAKS]
A: Why, this vamp is shrunkomatic! He's a sex addict for which he is seeking treatment! And a touch pragmatic! (S: it's true.)
Why, he's Wee Spikey!!
All: Go go go, go go go go go go go go!
[A: passes his wee lover to
A: We'll get my Wee Spike in you, hell, this guy has got a prostate which he checks routinely for cancer and uses the latest drugs from GlaxoKlineSmith productsor three
TB1: Keep talking, whoa, keep talking!
A: He'll ride your
TB2: I'll
A: When he gets you on all fours,
Your
For Wee Spikey!
ALL: Go go go, go go go go go go go go!
A (and All): (Spike has changes into a body suit covered in tassels, and is shaking it for all it's worth)
Go Wee Spikey, your
Wee Spikey! GO Wee Spikey!
Go Wee Spikey, Your body is so tiny and wee!
Wee Spikey! Go Wee Spikey!
Your
Eveyone now sated, Angel takes his
S: Say we'll be together forever as best pals. I'll
A: I'll love you forever,
Spike scoots down to the back of Angel's
A: Spike? Schmoopy dumpling? Itty bitty
Stranger: Way to talk to yourself, LOSER! (Laughing as he walks off stage)
(Angel buries his face in his hands, thinking his
[MUSIC TO SANDY'S SONG BEGINS TO PLAY]
A: Stranded at the swingset, branded a fool...
What will the demons say Monday at school?
Spikey, can't you see? I'm in misery...
I sat down, you're not around, there's nothing left for me.
Wee!Spike's gone, I'm all alone, I sit (S:UNF!) and wonder why-y-y oh, why.
You left me, ooh, Spikey...
[SPOKEN]
Spikey, darlin', you hurt me real bad, you know it's true.
But baby, you gotta believe me when I say, I can't
[SINGS]
Wee!Spike's gone, I'm all alone, I sit (S: HEY!!) and wonder why-y-y oh, why.
You left me, Oh Spikey...
[ANGEL BEGINS TO
S: (while leaning forlorn against the
My head is saying, "Spike forget him," my heart is saying, "don't let go."
hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly embedded in you... Like journalists in war time
But now there's nowhere to hide, since you pushed me
UHG! There's something on my head, hopelessly embedded in you... Like journalists in war time
hopelessly embedded in you, hopelessly embedded in youuuu! Like journalists in war time, like journalists in war tiiiiiiiiiiime
Angel hears the final high note coming from the region of
A: Spike?
Angel pulls his pants down like a fraternity man - of legal age - mooning someone, because that is fun and everyone enjoys a harmless frat mooning, leans over the picnic table and twists so he can see his
S: Oi! Sizzle tits! I've been here all along! And I love you too!!
[MUSIC TO YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT PLAYS]
A: You're the one in my
You're the one in my
You're the one in my
You make me
A: I got chills! They're multiplying, 'cause we know that math is Hawt!
On your
S: (in his high and clear soprano)
You better not squat!
You better clench your emotions up up, need to understand, to your
Both: You're the one in my
You're the one in my
You're the one in my
You make me
The T-Birds show up with pieces of the Pink Ladies stuck in their jowls, horns, protrusions that are not genetalia, because that violates the Millers Test.
TB1: Aww, you two are really together now!
TB2: *Burp*
Angel takes a pinch between his cheeks of manly tobacco - he's trying to quit and using Nicorette™ which is helping curb the cravings (yep, THOSE cheeks) and sloooowly pulls
A: Spikey?? (He noticed that Spike removed his
S: Tell me about it,
All: Wow! We really are ready to take over the world now! The U.S. is the greatest democracy on the planet. Buy American!
Angel and Spike are
[MUSIC TO WE GO TOGETHER PLAYS]
Both:
We go together like
You make me
Cream,
Ooh, Almighty God ....SPLAT!
We're for each other like
Cream,
Ooh, Unf....SPLAT!
[MUSIC PLAYS TO FADE WHILE OUR
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Comments
I love it.
*G*
because misogyny is acceptable, for we are MEN
BWAH! As much as I love the original, I think this version wins at everything.
Guess what I'm doing instead of finalizing a report? Checking flights.
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY FOR YOU COMING OUT, ZOMG!! The Texas State Fair is so mm'kaying awesome you will poo a brick! (We have to get Maren to come!!)
<3 <3 <3
Angel takes his
loverfraternity buddy, almost as close as a war buddy, you wouldn't understandAnd this:
All: Wow! We really are ready to take over the world now! The U.S. is the greatest democracy on the planet. Buy American!
And all of it. SUPER-AWESOME, stoney.
*cough* There may be a slam at the "ads" on free accounts. Ahem. *g*
(hee!)
Ahahahaha!
Oh, and I think this is the perfect opportunity to tell you that
Whoa, I've never heard of that comm! SWEEEEEEEET. There is NOT enough JD/Turk fic in this world! (check your email - dates thrown at you?)
*looks over fic w/ exec glasses on*
*makes available time slots on TBS, TNT, FX and BRAVO*
I'll see if I can't work in Pizza Hut, Coke products, and Viagra for the male 35 + market. :D
Except for this bit:
S: Summer lovin', happened so fast...
Are you in any way implying that red-blooded American men suffer from premature ejaculation? Surely this is a typpo?
The rest, however, was both fun and wholesome. They should film this and show it every Christmas.
if I am, it's only so I can work in some Enzyte and Viagra dollars! (hahaha - thanks!)
:D
::wipes tears of laughter::
So much win.
:D
I am dying here. I'd quote favorite parts, but then we'd be here all day. That was AWESOME.
I'm glad you think I did a great jeeeeoooooorrrb. :D
Too soon, dude. Too soon.
You make me
co-omewant to pay my taxesBahahahaha. Win. :D
:D
DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT THE AWESOME-DEPRIVED CHILDREN, STONEY?? DON'T YOU????
(ahahaha. Wheeee!)
And I completely forgot to comment to your post today. I've been so sleepy all day and I'm all addled... Basically, I'm a HUGE fan of acupuncture. I hope that and the diet this new person wants to implement helps with the migraines.
<3
(ha ha!)