Thirty-third Run - Badtouched in the head

[speeding]

So. Um. Apparently I have an evil twin some kind of mental disorder?

Or really selective amnesia?

Also to the lady who threw stuff at me in the market I'm very sorry for whatever I did! I'm sure I didn't mean it/it was just a harmless prank/it was all a misunderstanding/invaders from mars did it.

Underline all that apply.

But I seriously can't remember.

What did I do?

Anyone else? If I did something crazy was it funny/did anyone take pictures/chalk it up to evil overlordliness?

Comments

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

True.

That's very possible. Maybe we're some kind of freak zoo or something.

If by drinks you mean juice or something demasculating. I can't drink alcohol.

[speeding]

That'd make horrible sense. Way to make me paranoid. I mean, more so.

I was thinking I'd break out my soda stash.

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

I do what I can.

That sounds great, actually. I just had some recently. Do you have cherry coke? It's great with Tabasco. I think it's my favorite.

[speeding]

Appreciated I think?

I do! Wait Tabasco? Seriously? Hot sauce?

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

You have to trust me about this hot sauce thing sooner or later. It goes great with sweet things, Dash. I had Pinky try my cherry coke with the Tabasco and she said it wasn't bad. A taste she'd grow to really like kind of thing.

Just try it. You bring the cherry coke, I'll bring the Tabasco?

[speeding]

Man you and your hot sauce. Fine. Convince me. I can't be out-manned by Pinky.

Sounds like a deal.

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

So insecure in your masculinity, Dash?

I'll stock up.

[speeding]

What can I say, Roz? It's a machismo thing.

I'll break out the cherry pop and we can call it a party.