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.

Comments

[speeding]

You're such a brat!

Like he should talk! xD

[lemonshine.livejournal.com]

Then the Evil Overlord should come entertain his lowly minion.

But he's... Er, allowed?

[speeding]

Dude Luce, I smell like hell. Literally. I mean, I should know what hell smells like, and I smell like it. About twenty showers hasn't helped either.

Then so is she. :P

[lemonshine.livejournal.com]

What does hell smell like to you? It smells like poop to me.

heh

[speeding]

Seriously? It smells like sulfur and hate and all the despair of centuries rotting around you.

[lemonshine.livejournal.com]

I'm thinking of a different kinda hell then. I don't think I wanna go there.

[speeding]

Yeah, I'm just waiting for Cross to get home and kick me out to bum on my own until this goes away.

[lemonshine.livejournal.com]

I highly doubt he'd do that, Dash.

[speeding]

You haven't smelled me yet.

[lemonshine.livejournal.com]

So?

[speeding]

Dude, I'd kick me out.

[lemonshine.livejournal.com]

If he let your blowing up the couch slide, I'm sure he'll let that little problem slide too.

[speeding]

Well yeah, he's a nice guy.

[lemonshine.livejournal.com]

Then it shouldn't be a problem. The optimist says so!