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Bippity boppity boo and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious won't cut it huh? Oh well. I'll figure it out.What's a few words and a wand flick. Then again, the whole mechanics of the wand could have a problem with it. A person can't literally have a relationship with a bit of wood. If that's the case I could use...I think I will. More trustworthy anyway.

I'm a Ravenclaw, I could have told you that. Slytherin probably was the next runner except the hat must have known I look better in blue.

Potions, come on, gimme something more difficult. You substitute with a lemon lime soda and add a bit of tang and Mongolian finch bark shavings. Is this as hard as it gets?
vicodincrutch: (wah/are you kidding/sceptic)
I had the attitude before it was cool. Come off of it. Unoriginal and uncharacteristic. You fluff balls will be just writing about this for days in gory detail of how you threw out your tree and stomped the presents you choose to keep.

Doesn't make sense anyway. If you hated the holiday, you wouldn't have decorated. You wouldn't have bothered celebrating. Ordinary day and ordinary attitude with indifference to the cheer oozing out of every other person's pore. This curse written all over it. Or there are mass brain tumors. That would be a Christmas miracle.

Looks like I still live in an annex territory of the North Pole with the biggest, gayest elf since Liberace.
vicodincrutch: (cane eye view/hmm)
It all started trying to prove something to him. That turned out to be impossible. Until I started to prove him wrong.

And then I knew that I could do it to anyone.

[ooc; Go ahead and ask. He may be evasive. Way to go, Greg. Note to Pixie-stick~ AIM express isn't woooorking D: D:]
vicodincrutch: (gross/rock impression/grrr)
The lesson of the weekend is lay off of the rocks, kids. Especially you. The place better be exactly as I left it.

Now repeat after me: crack is whack.
vicodincrutch: (gross/rock impression/grrr)
Red letter day. Well. Maybe they aren't sins. You all could have been given diseases and now are marked for it.  A is for acute prostatitis. Not too many As around though.

I noticed a good number of Ss. S is for syphilis. That's really saying something if there are so many cases out there. Use a rubber, kids.

Ps are on the rise. Check yourselves for primary amoebic meningoencephalitis. Insomia? Headaches? Irritation? You'll thank me.
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No kids for me. I don't wish that on em. The chain reaction of the universe would he catastrophic.

Private to Emmett Honeycutt//Visible to Christopher Styles

Okay Scarlett O'Hara, it has been a few horrendous days and already it looks like you're comfortable. Do you have a job yet?

To give order to this already crowded chaos, I've taken the liberty of writing down the rules. Seems like God wasn't up for setting anything onto  stone tablets for me. I guess he was busy.

vicodincrutch: (cuppa stfu/u r dum/uh yeah)
Here's the deal. I give you candy left over from Halloween. You shut it and leave. Everyone wins.

It is never lupus. Yes. Bingo. Rightio. Got it. You win. Ha. Ha. Ha.
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Okay. You want to stop this whole sin, vice, corruption of spirituality, morality and the gosh darn goodness?

Find the ringleader. Duh. Find HER.

See the murder in her eyes! Look at what she's wearing? She's out to destroy marriage! That's demon influence coming right out of her delicate fingertips! Not only that, see her vicious familiar! He's pure audio animatronic evil!

Why hasn't this stopped? What happened to that twenty four hour rule?
vicodincrutch: (glare/not funny/serious business)
Friction causes fire. Witches use fire! Friction is evil! Goodness! You know, let's start killing the people who can whistle or snap their fingers.  Fornication uses friction too. 

Here's an idea. Let's get all the witches together and make them follow a separate code of conduct. To identify them, sew some yellow stars on every item of their clothing. And then let's put em into a controlled neighborhood and---Ah, now that I have your attention:

Christ people, the very staple of this place is based on bippity boppity boo. Remember? Your mother probably sniffed pixie dust and that's how half of you came into being. Stop harassing the other morons. Magic is DUMB and an EASY WAY OUT. Fine, I agree but don't be the Gestapo about it. I hate everyone who can run. Can I set them on fire? I will. Don't tempt me.

You all are wonderfully showing how impressionable and controllable you are. A bit of the right magic influence from the City itself and look at what you do. Really now, this curse is unimaginative and based on sensationalism. The original Salem trials ended up hanging only nineteen. Ten more were convicted. Oh, but I suppose the dieties are going all out so this has to be a European witch hunt.
vicodincrutch: (sigh/don't know=don't care)
Dear Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,

I hate you. I wish I never read your book.

You should have just told Percy to shut up and be Romantic on his own. You were always on your own anyway?  Instead you ended up with dead babies and a literary classic.

Way to go.

Sincerely,
Greg House


The corpse I got a hold of is not moving anymore. At all. No matter what I do.

Someone forgot to hold little Jimmy?  Timmy? Jolly's hand. Amber Alert anyone?

Dresden. I meant to get back to you about your hand.
vicodincrutch: (pensive/sad/reflective/leave me alone)
Still here.

Only so many pills in this jar. I'll run out in three days.

 Is there pain in dreams? No, you hit the ground, and wake up.

I maybe in a medical induced coma. Too much brain activity for it to be complete, early stages likely.

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