Hil, that sounds tasty.
It's greasy and salty and gross and so good. It didn't come with fried noodles, though. I miss the fried noodles. My fortune is "You will enjoy good health, you will be surrounded by luxury."
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Hil, that sounds tasty.
It's greasy and salty and gross and so good. It didn't come with fried noodles, though. I miss the fried noodles. My fortune is "You will enjoy good health, you will be surrounded by luxury."
Good news, erin.
More good news: I am finally home and can say what I've been holding in all day.
Fuck off, H.
Fuck off, R.
Fuck off, D.
That is all.
So now he's at a bar three blocks away and asking me what's wrong with him.
which loosely translates to "well I'm here so you should come hang out?" NO.
I have more fuck offs, smonster. You want some?
Fuck off, D.
Oh, erin, thank goodness!
Sox, you are generous and kind in your loose translation. I'd render it more like "My skeevy ambush-like tactics prove my TRUE LOVE!! Therefore you should feel you have no choice!!"
I'd render it more like "My skeevy ambush-like tactics prove my TRUE LOVE!! Therefore you should feel you have no choice!!"
This - yes! and still - NO! A WORLD OF NO.
ETA - you are of course free to do as you like...
That sounds strange and off-putting, smonster. I hope D wanders back home without too much booze in his system.
I have a fair bit of booze in my own system. My old friend Ronnie took me to a bar in Atlanta's midtown, where he plied me with tasty cocktails and we ogled the Orlando Bloomesque Brazilian bartender. Mmmmmm. Om nom nom on both counts.
Nice. Where'd you go? I used to spend a fair amount of time in that area.