FF: Old Photos
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quaggyTitle: Old Photos
Category: Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own The West Wing or any West Wing characters.
Rating: PG
Notes: Partly inspired by my own experience with sorting photos. Partly inspired by Bex's Fun With Photos. Mostly inspired by the Keytus Kids and some pictures of Bradley Whitford with some very scary facial hair. Finished in a couple of hours.
Category: Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own The West Wing or any West Wing characters.
Rating: PG
Notes: Partly inspired by my own experience with sorting photos. Partly inspired by Bex's Fun With Photos. Mostly inspired by the Keytus Kids and some pictures of Bradley Whitford with some very scary facial hair. Finished in a couple of hours.
“This is gonna take forever.”
“Josh….”
“I’m just saying, Donna. I am a very powerful man. We are two very powerful people. I can think of much better things for us to do with our time than sorting our old photographs.”
“We are not sorting MY old photographs. We are sorting YOUR old photographs.”
“Because yours are organized and color-coded by year, event and location.”
“See you say that to mock me…”
“But you find it adorable instead?”
“No, not so much.”
“Hey, I’m not knocking the color-coding. It makes it much easier to find that picture of you from your aunt’s wedding. I’m thinking of making it my screensaver.”
“Joshua Lyman, do not go there.”
“Why not? You look cute.”
“Because nothing says attractive like badly permed hair and seafoam taffeta.... Josh, just shut your mouth and sort your pictures.”
“Kay.”
“……………………………..”
“……………………………..”
“Josh, when was this taken?”
“Harvard. Junior year I think.”
“Ok.”
“……………………………..”
“……………………………..”
“Hey, Donna, check this out! Pictures from the Bartlet campaign!”
“Which one?”
“The first."
"Really? Let me see!"
"God, we were young.”
“Put those aside. We’ll go through them later.”
“Hmmm? Oh. Alright.”
“……………………………..”
“……………………………..”
“Oh. My. God.”
“What?”
“My God!”
“What?!”
“Josh, a small, furry animal seems to be attacking your upper lip in this picture.”
“What… Oh, HELL! Give me that!”
“Nope! Hee… Stop it… heehee… Josh! Hee… No tickling! Hehehehehehehehe…..”
“Ha! Got it! I am victorious!! “
“I’ve got another.”
“ACK! Donna!!!”
“Give up. I have in my hands the Josh Lyman Mustache Hall Of Fame!”
“Oh, God! Kill me now!”
“Lets see. Josh and his mustache in a suit. Josh and his mustache in jeans. That was probably a good idea. Nobody would be looking at your face. Josh and his mustache in a tux. More in a suit… You know, I have to give you credit. At least you made sure your hair was always carefully combed.”
“Wait for it.”
“Oh ho! Spoke to soon!! Wow! And you mocked me for my bad 80s hair. No bad perm could possibly compete!”
“Can we work?”
“Fine. When were these taken?”
“Nifenninndo.”
“What? Josh, take your hands away from your face.”
“Nineteen ninety-two. It was 1992. I was trying to look older.”
“Josh, you were practically thirty.”
“Yes, and I was sick of people mistaking me for an intern!”
“You think the high forehead would have tipped them off.”
“I had the high forehead when I was an intern.”
“Heh. You sure this wasn’t taken during your days as a porn star?”
“Because facial hair automatically signifies porn star.”
“I don’t know Josh. This mustache screams Ron Jeremy.”
“See… You say that to mock me…”
“But… you’re getting ideas instead?”
“What do you think?”
“I............. I think you right. There are much better ways for us to spend our time!”
“Josh….”
“I’m just saying, Donna. I am a very powerful man. We are two very powerful people. I can think of much better things for us to do with our time than sorting our old photographs.”
“We are not sorting MY old photographs. We are sorting YOUR old photographs.”
“Because yours are organized and color-coded by year, event and location.”
“See you say that to mock me…”
“But you find it adorable instead?”
“No, not so much.”
“Hey, I’m not knocking the color-coding. It makes it much easier to find that picture of you from your aunt’s wedding. I’m thinking of making it my screensaver.”
“Joshua Lyman, do not go there.”
“Why not? You look cute.”
“Because nothing says attractive like badly permed hair and seafoam taffeta.... Josh, just shut your mouth and sort your pictures.”
“Kay.”
“……………………………..”
“……………………………..”
“Josh, when was this taken?”
“Harvard. Junior year I think.”
“Ok.”
“……………………………..”
“……………………………..”
“Hey, Donna, check this out! Pictures from the Bartlet campaign!”
“Which one?”
“The first."
"Really? Let me see!"
"God, we were young.”
“Put those aside. We’ll go through them later.”
“Hmmm? Oh. Alright.”
“……………………………..”
“……………………………..”
“Oh. My. God.”
“What?”
“My God!”
“What?!”
“Josh, a small, furry animal seems to be attacking your upper lip in this picture.”
“What… Oh, HELL! Give me that!”
“Nope! Hee… Stop it… heehee… Josh! Hee… No tickling! Hehehehehehehehe…..”
“Ha! Got it! I am victorious!! “
“I’ve got another.”
“ACK! Donna!!!”
“Give up. I have in my hands the Josh Lyman Mustache Hall Of Fame!”
“Oh, God! Kill me now!”
“Lets see. Josh and his mustache in a suit. Josh and his mustache in jeans. That was probably a good idea. Nobody would be looking at your face. Josh and his mustache in a tux. More in a suit… You know, I have to give you credit. At least you made sure your hair was always carefully combed.”
“Wait for it.”
“Oh ho! Spoke to soon!! Wow! And you mocked me for my bad 80s hair. No bad perm could possibly compete!”
“Can we work?”
“Fine. When were these taken?”
“Nifenninndo.”
“What? Josh, take your hands away from your face.”
“Nineteen ninety-two. It was 1992. I was trying to look older.”
“Josh, you were practically thirty.”
“Yes, and I was sick of people mistaking me for an intern!”
“You think the high forehead would have tipped them off.”
“I had the high forehead when I was an intern.”
“Heh. You sure this wasn’t taken during your days as a porn star?”
“Because facial hair automatically signifies porn star.”
“I don’t know Josh. This mustache screams Ron Jeremy.”
“See… You say that to mock me…”
“But… you’re getting ideas instead?”
“What do you think?”
“I............. I think you right. There are much better ways for us to spend our time!”
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Date: 2006-06-20 10:34 pm (UTC)He offers you one, no two, mustache rides.
One for you and the other for a friend of your choosing.
Ron-Josh is generous like that.
(pick Liz!)
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Date: 2006-06-20 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 10:52 pm (UTC)An unlimited pass to 'stache rides.
More people should be like you.
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:23 am (UTC)An unlimited pass, huh? I guess it pays to be unselfish!
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:42 am (UTC)Everyone wins.
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Date: 2006-06-20 10:44 pm (UTC)Josh and his mustache in jeans. That was probably a good idea. Nobody would be looking at your face.
Yes! fabby!
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Date: 2006-06-20 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-21 02:24 am (UTC)And thank you. :-)
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Date: 2006-06-21 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:26 am (UTC)Do good in school, young lady! ;-)
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Date: 2006-06-21 11:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-21 04:36 pm (UTC)Don't worry, I know you are doing fine. You snuck West Wing references into a statistic test! That requires brains AND creativity!
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Date: 2006-06-21 05:47 pm (UTC)obsessionaccomplishments. :PMaybe I'll dig out my mom POV fics in your honour.
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Date: 2006-06-21 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-21 04:37 pm (UTC)Re: Hi!!!
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