047. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Getting to the front of a line at a ride would be perk number 34. Thanks leg.

Things go boom, death and then network crying. Wasn't that guy a prisoner? Are we going to feel bad for the prisoners? What about the car, man. It was melted and an unwilling party to this crime. Ouch. I hope it was standard issue. I'd hate for some nice set of wheels to be beyond repair. Such a shame. I think I saw that on Law and Order. The one with the guy who recently got fat and bearded. Sometimes i think I'm watching CSI just looking at him.

Leia. Hey you, with the buns. You never got back to me.

Note to the ailing: marco.

EDIT: Open your heart to those in need. Give the gift of pizza.

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

She's adventurous. I offered and she didn't agree at first. Obviously it isn't what she's used to, but hey. I'm one to think that classics are always appreciated.

[fuckcarbonite.livejournal.com]

'Classics', huh.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You've got a healthy relationship. Why don't you ask her about it?

[fuckcarbonite.livejournal.com]

Well, she's not here, and you are. And I'd hate to be rude and ruin this wonderfully polite conversation.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Add some nachos and a sporting event this would be male bonding.

[fuckcarbonite.livejournal.com]

As long as it's not Jell-O, we're good.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Because it's alive?

[fuckcarbonite.livejournal.com]

Well, that in itself doesn't bug me, not much does after you've seen a Hutt go after whatever squirming main course is closest. Me? I just don't like the green stuff.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Oooh because it reminds you of what you're made of.