One More Time, with Feeling!
At this point these two aren’t even arguing about the songs anymore, it’s about stupid primate dominance games.
Noah Thorsen: stay-at-home-dad, cover band rockstar, open shirt enthusiast.
At this point these two aren’t even arguing about the songs anymore, it’s about stupid primate dominance games.
I think I got the allusion to the Titanic movie rather close. It’s a wonder the Art Gallery hasn’t banned Noah for his antics there, but then again he does help with fundraising for the gallery and the museum and is somewhat of a local D list micro-celebrity, sorta.
Noah and Frank are plotting to get free eggs… well, free after the cost of the coop, the run, the hens, the feed… Meanwhile, Valerie is practising her assassin moves for when she’s big enough to actually be dangerous.
It’s true that Noah and Ruth first met at one of Noah’s old Marilyn Manson tribute band gigs, but it didn’t take long before Ruth put an end to Noah’s Antichrist Superstar impersonation days.
Noah always get Gladiator and 300 mixed up, while Ruth is a connoisseur of sweaty combat films.
Noah knows exactly how to bribe his way into getting what he wants, and Frank is very, very bribeable.
Today’s the day that Ursula learns about taxation. And the Dad Tax is always worse when you question his tales of his own trick-or-treat efforts as a kid.