042. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Everything pink must go. Items are priced as mark. No haggling.

It will go to a very good cause. I promise.

edit: Hey, Leia what are you doing later?

[ooc; excuse for action spam is go. If the pic needs to be cut to save your lists just say so.]

Comments

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's what you're still yapping about.

[Sets down coke.]

It made him happy. It'll make someone else happy.

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[eiremagic]

Well there's nothin' here for me, anyway.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You didn't even look at the shoes yet.

[Cane pointer to the left.]

Or the music.

[Now to the right.]

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[eiremagic]

I doubt that anyone who wore a pink boa listened to the Pogues.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Because they're epitome of music. What was I thinking.

Why all the looking for yourself. Shouldn't you be finding something for your boyfriend?

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[eiremagic]

Trust me, he's not goin' to want any of this shite either. Unless you have a knife with a pink handle, he probably needs a new knife, and far be it for me to deny him somethin' that makes him look stupid.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Do you really think that Emmett would be handy with a knife? Even if he could, a knife? I think there's a pink stein around here somewhere.

[No, no he isn't going to look for it.]

I was saving the soundtrack of Brigadoon for you. Oh well.