Twenty-seventh run - FML

[speeding]

Show of hands! Who here's been to hell?

Pretty sure I have. And I didn't even get the damn T-shirt.

Ladies you may call me devilishly handsome any ol' time.

Also, my birthday is tomorrow, but I seem to be afflicted with a bit of fire and brimstone so leave all offerings of cake, pizza, games and cash at the door.

This concludes your Evil Overlord's PSA. Carry on you crazy lab rats.

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[speeding]

Rose, you're my hero. Cheese, pepperoni, sausage, pineapple, the works.

Hey whatever makes sense to you. Not too big on fire right now, honestly.

[saleskitten.livejournal.com]

You got it! Make sure you've got an appetite around noon. I'll swing by.