024- RELIGIOUS OBSERVANCES ARE FOR SQUARES (LIKE PANTS)

[uberboned]

Three points.

(1. I'm not an idiot. I know what this week is. By all means, have a Southern Baptist-style potluck supper for all I care. I'm not gonna be the little archangel that rained on your religious parade.

(2. In case you're all worried, no, I don't celebrate April Fool's Day. I'm a little more professional than that, thanks. Although, given the sheer number of dick moves people pull on that day, it's my busiest time of the year. ...That and Thanksgiving. I'm not sure why.

Anyway.

(3. I'm dragging Irene into the CES tomorrow. We'll be gone... Oh, a good three or four days. Maybe. If you need anything.... Y'know what? Just don't need anything.

Comments

Melodramatic and obviously insincere response.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

You're LEAVING ME?!

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

If you say so. I am not one to debate this subject.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Only for a few days! Actually, this whole thing is kinda your fault. You got me thinkin' I don't spend nearly enough time with my inmate.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Carry on.

HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER BIFFLE.

[sonotahunter.livejournal.com]

...You're a barbarian.

READ THE JOURNAL NAME, BABY.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'm taking her camping. It's not like I'm taking her out back and shooting her.

IT SHOULD READ "PAIN PISSES OFF PEOPLE WITH HOLY OIL" BUT THAT'S TOO LONG.

[sonotahunter.livejournal.com]

No, common imagery associated with barbarism would suggest you'll club her instead.

<3

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

This is my warden, Gabby. Don't you just love her?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

While probably emotionally fulfilling, I don't think clubbing people over the head fosters a good relationship.

Leave the Wardening to the Wardens, sister.

[sonotahunter.livejournal.com]

Call me sister again, and I'll wrap you in Enochian-painted chains and tip you off the side of the barge.

Irene doesn't need a warden, particularly not one like you.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

That arched-back, hissing threat display you do whenever someone gets your goat even a little bit actually do anything for you? You got lucky once, sister. Don't think I'm gonna lie down and take your bullshit every time you see fit to get in my face.

[sonotahunter.livejournal.com]

The luck of others is the excuse people use when their own stupidity gets the better of them. Don't think I'm going to simper just because you're back to pretending you can't be touched.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Look. I don't expect you to do anything. I don't care. I really, really don't.

[sonotahunter.livejournal.com]

Then why are you here? Not that I'm surprised you don't give a damn, but really now.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

'Cause the Admiral owes me one.

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

Hush, you.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

Make me.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Laaaadies.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

I didn't do it.

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

Have you been telling your friend stories about me, Ruby?

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

Only a couple. Nothing bad, I promise.

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

I'm just joshing you, hon. As long as you don't spill my deeply personal stuff, I don't mind.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

The only secrets I give him are mine.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

That depends entirely. For instance if we want to talk about periods in time, region, et cetera, then the people for which the cardinal sins were first coined came of much smaller communities than many of us know. If you were gluttonous then, you were likely also taking food out of someone else's mouth in order to eat more than your fair share.

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

Monsieur Marquis? Allow a chubby chaser to defend her prey, please.