I Love Lucy Bloopers Novels & Stories

she said again and giggled as she said the funniest thing ever. I groaned. Maybe there was a guidebook I could d******d on my Kindle about getting a baby to stop cursing. Or maybe I should just bust out the Holy Bible or something. What the hell was I going to do to curb Lucy of this new habit? I booped the tip of her nose. “Don’t say that again, Lucy. It’s really not good.” But she just giggled and kicked in excitement. Fuck it, maybe it’s a one-off and she’d forget all about it.

“Lucy! Did you see what’s on the news?” “I’m watching it now. I would say they took nice shots of your photos with your ex-wife,” Lucy replied. “Seriously, now that you’re back on track, they did this! Those dirty bastards. I bet they’d spread a video of you pooping if that would bring them profit!”

With a hurt expression, Luna sighed and said, "Lucy, Tim and I need your blessing. You'll give us your blessing, right? I’m your little sister, after all.” “Fine.” Lucy resisted the urge to tear Luna to pieces and left the place in humiliation. She told herself that she would not cry, but her tears refused to listen as they kept streaming down her face. Her tears tasted bitter, much like the bitterness in her heart. The man she loved for five years turned out to be an asshole! She ran like crazy as if it was the only way she could vent her grief. Suddenly, she heard the screech of a car’s brakes, and a black Hummer stopped right in front of her.

"You've got some 'splainin' to do, Lucy." "I'm.. what?" She rolled her eyes. "It's an I Love Lucy reference. Gosh, sometimes I forget how young you guys are." "You're only like three or four years older than us," you countered. "And I'm pretty sure I Love Lucy is multiple decades older."

Ivan POV I don't know what is wrong with this lucy girl, she keeps on bumping into me. She has the nerve to called me dumb ass...just imagine . The worst part is, I don't know why I have been an ass to her. Maybe its because she reminds me of Linda my ex. The day I started having does dreams, I thought it was linda coz of the resemblance she has with the dream girl. But when I bumped into Lucy the first time at Collins restaurant ,there and then, I knew that the dream girl was actually her. The way her eyes blinks, the way she talks, it just so similar. I don't know what all this mean, maybe the best idea is to ask Lucy if she also sees me in herdreams.

She smiled innocently. “I never get sick, so your point is moot.” “Everyone gets sick.” Carter snorted. “I don’t.” “You’re terrible at this.” Lucy leaned back in her chair and sighed. “Okay, I’ll tell you something about myself. When I’m not acting, I like to post ads on Craigslist for random hookups, usually involving Jell-O molds and inflatable pool toys.” Carter choked on his wine. Gasping for breath, he said, “Touché, little spitfire. You win.”

"No, I don't want to see them. I don't want to be reminded of my stupidity, okay? And I wish you wouldn't study those so closely. It's bad enough knowing you saw everything when it actually happened." Lucy grinned. "Don't worry, Abbey Girl. I only saw up to the moment when you got dressed. I didn't see the slap." Abbey frowned. "You know what I mean. Did you really have to watch the whole thing?" Lucy stood. "Hell yes! It was fantastic! My own private porno movie. And this camera's a beauty. I zoomed in real close—" "Lucy!"

The two old ladies match each other very well, Emily muttered quietly. "How does it felt Emily? you don't want to share your story with us?" Eve put on an intimidating face. Lucy threw Eve with jalapeno, "leave the girl alone! your question is so rude!" said Lucy glaring at her. Instead of getting angry, Dorothy and Eve burst out laughing and even more strangely, Lucy laughed too. Emily just grimaced, it seemed like she didn't fit with this people they were so far apart in age. Feeling uncomfortable, Emily chose to focus on the broccoli she was cutting.

“Very well. There’s no harm in trying.” His sons disappeared into the house, reappearing moments later with a box of worn tools. Lucy accepted them with a nod of thanks and walked toward the rusted tractor, her crew trailing behind her, cameras rolling. The comment section of the live broadcast erupted in real time: “Is she serious? Does she think she’s a mechanic now?” “She’s going to embarrass herself. Watch this blow up in her face.” “This is why G Group kicked her out. She’s a walking disaster.”