Still chillaxin about on my phone, and not really in the mod to make it shit down my throat by trying to load f!s, BUT SINCE WHEN HAVE I EVER LET LACK OF INFORMATION KEEP ME FROM COMENTING ON A SITCH?!
That said, you get your fills by doing this ~*magical*~ thing called WRITING FILLS YOUR OWN GODDAMN SELF (which I should do some more of, but that's neither here nor there since I'm not wah wah waaaahhhhhing that no one fills my prompts).
It's called tit-for-tat, beeyotchs. Cause I know damn well I've sat there thinking "So-and-so had written so many things I've enjoyed. I should try to fill this for them, to pay them back. Or at the very least to keep them writing shit that wets my willy."
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M RANTING ABOUT YET BUT I HOPE TODAY I GET MY LEFT ARM STABBED WITH A NEEDLE INSTEAD OF MY RIGHT.
Mine wife has been having some severe jealousy issues recently, along with a good deal of insecurities. For her sanity, and my continued ability to sleep safely without being woken up by a knife in the chest, she has requested that I request a C&D on comments that can be taken badly and make her fly off the handle.
WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED CAPSLOCK FAGGOTRY WHEREIN I EXPLAIN THAT I GET STABBED IN THE ARM BY BARELY TRAINED PSEUDO-MEDICAL SEMI-PROFESSIONALS SO THAT THEY CAN SUCK OUT MY VITAL JUICES AND SELL THEM TO PEOPLE AT EXORBITANT PRICES WHILE I GET A MERE PITTANCE TO SATE ME FOR MY TIME AND LOSS OF BODILY FLUIDS.
BUT AT LEAST I GET TO STARE AT MY BLOOD IN A TUBE FOR ~1HOUR.
Well, considering I'm in australia, have no penis, and wouldn't know you if I ran you over in a bus, I think your marriage is safe from me :)
GIVE HER LOTS OF ATTENTION AND LOVE, YOU TWIT!
GOD DAMN THOSE BASTARDS GO YOU TOO? THEY KEEP TELLING ME IT'S FOR TESTS. I THINK THEY'RE LYING. LYYYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIING. I KNOW WHAT THEY DO WITH IT, THE THIEVING BASTIDGES!
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Date: 2010-03-31 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-31 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-31 12:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-31 12:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-31 12:54 pm (UTC)That said, you get your fills by doing this ~*magical*~ thing called WRITING FILLS YOUR OWN GODDAMN SELF (which I should do some more of, but that's neither here nor there since I'm not wah wah waaaahhhhhing that no one fills my prompts).
It's called tit-for-tat, beeyotchs. Cause I know damn well I've sat there thinking "So-and-so had written so many things I've enjoyed. I should try to fill this for them, to pay them back. Or at the very least to keep them writing shit that wets my willy."
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M RANTING ABOUT YET BUT I HOPE TODAY I GET MY LEFT ARM STABBED WITH A NEEDLE INSTEAD OF MY RIGHT.
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Date: 2010-03-31 12:57 pm (UTC)The link just goes to the single image BTW. So you're safe there.
WHY ARE YOU BEING PRICKED IN A NON-SEXUAL MANNER? THIS IS A GREAT INJUSTICE!
BRIEF SRS BIZNAS
Date: 2010-04-01 02:49 pm (UTC)WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED CAPSLOCK FAGGOTRY WHEREIN I EXPLAIN THAT I GET STABBED IN THE ARM BY BARELY TRAINED PSEUDO-MEDICAL SEMI-PROFESSIONALS SO THAT THEY CAN SUCK OUT MY VITAL JUICES AND SELL THEM TO PEOPLE AT EXORBITANT PRICES WHILE I GET A MERE PITTANCE TO SATE ME FOR MY TIME AND LOSS OF BODILY FLUIDS.
BUT AT LEAST I GET TO STARE AT MY BLOOD IN A TUBE FOR ~1HOUR.
Re: BRIEF SRS BIZNAS
Date: 2010-04-01 11:39 pm (UTC)GIVE HER LOTS OF ATTENTION AND LOVE, YOU TWIT!
GOD DAMN THOSE BASTARDS GO YOU TOO? THEY KEEP TELLING ME IT'S FOR TESTS. I THINK THEY'RE LYING. LYYYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIING. I KNOW WHAT THEY DO WITH IT, THE THIEVING BASTIDGES!
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Date: 2010-03-31 09:40 pm (UTC)WHY ARE PEOPLE STABBING YOU? AHH, IT'S THE TOOTHY LADY WITH THE ANNOYING ACCENT!
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Date: 2010-04-01 02:56 pm (UTC)...OR WHEN KINDLY CITIZENS PRETTY MUCH AGREE TO FILL THEM BEFORE I EVEN POST THEM. SHAZAM!