groooooooaaaaaaaaannn*

[sparkindarkness]

b/f: GOOOD MOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIINNNNG
Me: rot and die..
B/f: *prod* *prod* I think he's dead...
Me: G'way bastard.
B/f: I thought you didn't get hang-overs.
Me: *growl*
B/f: Can I tie your hair to the bedstead?
Me: *snarl*
B/f: awwww... don't worry I'll sit with you all day! And laugh, of course. Hey, wanna listen to some Iron Maiden?
Me: You are enjoying this far too much.
B/f: awwww...
Me: Touch me and loose a limb.


Bloody hang over prevention - what's the point when you're too bloody drunk to remember the bloody salt water?! I am never drinking again... *groan*

Comments

[phoenix-fawn6.livejournal.com]

It would be really unkind to laugh, wouldn't it?
*pets*
How are you feeling now?

[sparkindarkness.livejournal.com]

Yes. very unkind. As I have said to my other half repeatedly.

Thankfully I heal quickly, I feel almost human again now...

[meridae.livejournal.com]

Heheheh . . . I think I like your boyfriend. You know, you could just threaten not to include him in our circumcision study. That'll learn him.

[sparkindarkness.livejournal.com]

I could tell him this... unfortunately it would require being able to enforce my edict against him. *growls* of course, he stays this happy and perky in a morning and I'll tie up in the cupboard under the stairs, then we cna investigate to our hearts content... i meight bring him pictures.

Or I could sell him on e-bay... one blond boy, annoying, loud and unsympathetic. *glare*