062. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

I've seen some displays of sap. But you? I feel like I've been nursing off of a redwood. One more holiday to go and then the season of peak insincerity can finally come to a close. Do we all really love each other with that wishes of peace? I mean, besides the nazis. That's more than a little obvious. And the monsters. Nazis and monsters aside, do you honestly give a crap about everyone else? No. You don't. Because you can't possibly have feelings for every single person. It's not logical also more than half of you are idiots.

While I'm on a roll: City made the Zombie AIDS and then cured it. Game over with a fizzle. No hunt. No build up. I can't think of a time I've been this disappointed. The deities should stick to playing another game and leave mine alone.

Comments

[eiremagic]

I know better than to fish for anything with you.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

No salmon for you then.

[eiremagic]

None at all? No shame there.

I'm bringing over deep fried twinkees.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

When I catch it. Who knows between now and then. I'll remember this.

We can put your open heart surgery right after. I'm clear for the night.

[eiremagic]

What, do you think one batch will kill you? In Scotland they practically deep fry the entire plate.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

No. Several batches could. I'm feeling scalpel happy. Oh well. You're sharing.

[eiremagic]

It'll be terrific.