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]

YOU CAN SHUT THE FRICK UP TOO.

[f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com]

[oh bitch please. puts on her Big Girl Voice]

Sister.

It is. A loss. Which means that we get a nice break from your potty mouth for a week, and seven days from now you get to be your charming ole guttermouth self again. So put your big girl panties on - it's Tuesday, if you don't know which pair to pull outta the drawer - and DEAL.

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

Hey don't you snifflbumpkining telling me how to fricken act.

YOU'RE NOT MY BAMBOOZLE MOM!!

[f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com]

[sweetly] Snoochykins, you couldn't pay me to be your mama.

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she's just gonna start shooting at the wall now]

[f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com]

[tsk tsk tsk. temper temper, Sister]