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

[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!