|
[September 30, 2008 @ 12:43pm] |
Here's my answer, Ministry. Fuck the bloody hell off.
No.
No. No.
No. No. No.
No. No. No. No.
No. No. No. No. No.
NO. As in NO, I WON'T marry and bed Lane Coote.
Last time.
No.
[Evan]
No.
[/End]
[All other friends with the intention to convince]
NO.
[/End]
[Lee]
How's the Beastie?
[/End]
|
|
|
[September 18, 2008 @ 6:10pm] |
I don't get the point of pairing me again, Ministry. The last seven haven't worked out at all. Before that, we were fantastic and you PAIRED her with someone else.
I've offered my swimmers several times. I don't know why I have to procreate with someone. What's the point? Can't you just knock her up with your special spells and leave me alone?
Lane Coote, you are NOT moving into my loft. I do not care if Evan invites you in or my parents ask you over for dinner. You are not welcome here. If I spot so much as a PENCIL inside my place that doesn't belong to me, I'll hex you send you flying outside on your arse so fast you won't know what hit you.
So do us all a favor and back the bloody fuck off.
|
|
