Twenty Sixth Shot

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

Holy cramwhistle, did you guys see that fricken ghost baby? It fricken exploded all over me like sparkledust out of a guy's pee-pee.

[...Wait. That came out wrong]

What the frick?

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NO SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FICKEN FRICK IS FRICKETY FRICKEN GOING ON FRICKEN HERE?

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Fricky frick? Spucket!

[[ooc: Loss started!]]

Comments

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

Oh frick off, you giant tazzle pootling numblehead.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[There's a brief silence, and then, he just laughs outright. Sorry, Sister, you're way too amusing right now.]

don't tell me -- Loss?

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

No shumple, dip-twiddle.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[Still laughing,]

Oh man, and here I thought I'd had it bad.

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

Why? What'd you get, patootie?

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[Heh, totally rubbing it in,]

Goddamn fucking Christmas cheer.

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

DIE IN A HOLE YOU BUNDLEMUNCH!

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[Laughing. SO HARD. He likes you, Sister, you're making him feel really good right now!]

Damn, you must be so fucking frustrated right now. Right? Am I right? So fucking goddamn frustrated that this piss-ant cunt of a castle won't let you use one decent curse word. Have you tried them all? Maybe it missed one. Prick? Bastard? Fucktard?

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

SHUT THE FRICK UP YOU MASSIVE STICK-BAG!