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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

[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

[froodle]

*scowl*

Okay, you know what? I wasn't going to say this, but...

There's no way I could have bought those. Everyone knows you're too fat to fit in your leather pants.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

*le crying


for Hours!*





i'll be good now...

[froodle]

......

*feels unbearably guility*

I'm sorry. That was harsh. And untrue.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

... *pointlaugh* i made you feel guilty!


*pets hobbit tummy* and tummy helped. who's a good tummy,



(oh god. what have you done to me? now I feel guilty!)

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

im so sorry!
*le hugcling*

[froodle]

Argh! Get off! The leather burns me!

No touching the over-heated uke unless it's with cold towels and such!

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

le towel-from-freezer du seme?

[froodle]

Well, that works. *le wrap*

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

(used to do it with my nightie when i was in greece, nights are teh sweltering in summer)

also. pullings = girl.
in "all the wonder" with teh space.

[froodle]

Fucking Greece. What are they doing, inflicting their weather on me? What have I ever done to them?!

Pullings = pretty much a girl anyway. I mean, have you seen James D'Arcy?

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

why yes. i think they hate you. warner brothers, mothra, that frikkin' spider and steve told them to

and yes. yes he is.

[froodle]

Even Steve is against me now?

I would get upset about that, if I had the energy.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

steve isnt against you, he's just crowley-esque with the causing of the mischief.
do you not remember teh gropage?

and that time when you got pissed and stabbed him with a pin and he made a beeline for fred.

[froodle]

Fred?

Fred?!

FRED?!?!

I must have blocked that from my mind due to it being too horrible to remember.

Or you've made it up.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

maybe darla knocking you around afterwards gave you amnesia.
she really doesnt like being groped i think.

[froodle]

......

For one horrible moment, I thought you'd said Darla knocked me up. and now I'm traumatised.

*sits in corner and rocks*

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

as in, you're carrying her baby?


fine, whatever little fantasy shaped path you want to lead yourself down , not my thing really ....

[froodle]

No, as in the other meaning of "knocked me up".

Tard.