A curse on the pr0n g0dz
Apr. 7th, 2004 02:01 pmYeah. So. I guess it wasn't a good idea to eat that Hagen Daz ice cream bar on the bus.
To: The Guy Who Sat Across From Me
From: Me
Re: The bus
Hey fucktard,
I hope you die of blue balls.
Boom shanka,
Me
I'm going to take my nice long nap now. I deserve it after that.
To: The Guy Who Sat Across From Me
From: Me
Re: The bus
Hey fucktard,
I hope you die of blue balls.
Boom shanka,
Me
I'm going to take my nice long nap now. I deserve it after that.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-07 03:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-07 11:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-07 04:31 pm (UTC)*coughs*
*does not bring up the cupcake incident*
(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-07 11:35 pm (UTC)... and what cupcake incident? O_O
(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-08 08:39 am (UTC)Oh, no - how could they forsake you? You're their Chosen One! I think perhaps they're just testing you.
... and what cupcake incident? O_O
*coughs* We're not mentioning it. >.>
(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-08 12:20 pm (UTC)*coughs* We're not mentioning it. >.>
No way! By saying THAT, you HAVE mentioned it must now give the details!
(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-08 10:13 pm (UTC)*nods sagely* The path of the Chosen One is often fraught with peril.
No way! By saying THAT, you HAVE mentioned it must now give the details!
>.>
<.<
There was an incident...it involved a cupcake.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-09 12:39 am (UTC)Peril! You don't think it's TOO perilous, do you?
>.>
<.<
There was an incident...it involved a cupcake.
... that is not a sufficient answer. *holds up a smut!plotbunny* Give the details, or the bunny gets it.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-09 10:21 am (UTC)Hell no! Get your ass back in there and face the peril! XD
... that is not a sufficient answer. *holds up a smut!plotbunny* Give the details, or the bunny gets it.
*eyes you cautiously* You wouldn't...then again, you might.
Okay, okay...I was getting a friend back for a practical joke he played on me. He was stuck listening to one of our very boring and long-winded supervisors blather on about God-knows-what and when I walked in he shot me the 'please-save-me' eyes...but instead I hid behind the partition so our sup couldn't see me, picked up a cupcake that he'd left on the desk and started licking the frosting off of it very, very slowly. When I ran out of frosting I peeled the paper off with my teeth. By the time I was done and our supervisor had left, he needed a few minutes to *ahem* compose himself. ^^;;
>.> Bohemian, not tramp.
...the things I do to save the life of an innocent smutbunny...
(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-07 05:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-07 11:39 pm (UTC)I WAS WEARING A FREAKING KNIT SWEATER! NOT SEXY AT ALL!
T__T