overheard

jaxon's back after a few days off recovering from a pretty serious car accident. car is totalled, which would be a hard thing for most of us to deal with. but you don't understand. jaxon is all about his car. and it was a pretty cool car, coming from a person who's not really a hot-rod girl or anything. but jaxon's car was the baddest of the bad. if a cartoonist was going to draw a picture of what a bad-ass car would look like, they mighta drawn jaxy's super cool firebird all tricked out with airvents on top and that doesn't even begin to do justice to jaxon's car, who's custom license plates read "raaptor."

jaxon (working on a new web page): santa fe girls film school... says they're helping girls get to hollywood.
--pause--
jaxon: i can help girls go hollywood.
marya: yer sick.
jaxon: hey, i was in an accident.

jaxon brought in the R.I.P. pictures of raaptor. the front end is totally ripped right off. the t-tops are crushed and sunken in and of course the glass is all gone. not one part of the car isn't touched. except where jaxon was sitting. the car spun and spun and flipped and flipped and finally went down an embankment. and jaxon walked out with not one scratch on his pretty face.

it wasn't his time. and we're all glad.

meanwhile, people are trying to buy houses

ben and luke took jaxon out to lunch to welcome him back and hear all the gory details. on the way back from the restaurant, ben tells the other two about how hard it is to find a house for sale, much less one in a good neighborhood.

luke: but what if the house wasn't nice?
ben: i'd take a dump in a nice neighborhood!
--pause--
peals of laughter.

and that folks is the end of the no-potty-humor on emdot. oh, what is the world coming to?