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[froodle]

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Spur of the minute gathering at Neighbour Dan's last night leads to drunken Froodle declaring she can't marry anyone because she's carrying David Boreanaz's children. Of course, I say stuff like that even when I'm sober, but I don't actually believe it without the application of vast amounts of whiskey.

Would explain why I've been craving pizza lately, though. Damn you, David Boreanaz! Damn you and your mighty Atlantic-traveling sperm!

In other news, the Coreys were at the San Diego Comic Con last weekend. If anyone reading this went there and saw them, I hate you and am planning to kill your family out of jealousy. If anyone reading this went there and didn't see them, I hate you and am planning to kill your family because you don't know how to recognise a gift from Our Lord Snufkin.

Also, look here. My genius has spread far and wide. I should start a community dedicated to me.

Shall update later with details of the following:

• Stupid Irish jewellery, uses of
  
• Wesley's spine-collecting activities
  
• Angelus concentrate

Have to go ask Neighbour Dan if he knows what happened to my shoes.

Comments

[froodle]

I can't hear you, since you're dead from being crushed by falling Fat!Xander.

And yes, he is.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

isnt

[froodle]

You can't talk. Your mouth is filled with flab.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

die.

[froodle]

You'll die first.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

no

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

yeah sorry about that. i suddenly got a craving for ethereal marshmallow.

[froodle]

May you be hung upside down from a tree, naked, and fondled by a zebra.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

fucking furry.

that's how you found machall isnt it. searching for the ole' digimon porn.

you sicken.

[froodle]

Actually, you gave me the link to Machall. Stop projecting.

And as for me and Digimon porn, where do you think the saying "having the horn" came from if not Matt/Gabumon?

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

God Damnit!

shut up lindsey.

[froodle]

I.

Am not.

Lindsey.

Also - ha!

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

*poke*

*poke*

*poke*

but you are a complete uke.
and too tired to fight back *poke*
hee hee

[froodle]

*whimper*

Not too tired.

Too hot.

Oww.

Quit touching me.

Your body heat is just making things worse.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

i am very cool

both literally and figuratively.

*poke* see. i make you cooler just by assosciation.

[froodle]

Noooo.

Go awaaaaaay.

You are not cool.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

*le fan* i am sooooooooooooooooooooo cool.
see my leather jacket.

cooooooooooooooooooooooooooool

[froodle]

*sees your leather pants and silk shirt*

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Don't stop fanning me, though.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

....*is shocked at being thought of as gay and is unable to fan*

[froodle]

*pokes you with a stick*

Fan, you slattern.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

*falls over dead*

[froodle]

Dumbfuck.

I warned you about wearing leather in this heat.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

no you didnt... you bought it for and threatened to stake me if i didnt put it on immediately.

*le tear*

[froodle]

I don't even have the energy to move, let alone go shopping for your leather goods.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

you bought it off the internet.
it was delivered
you suck
if not better then more than lindsey