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Never doing THAT again
So yesterday I made a ton of quiches. Quiches, quiches everywhere. For a period there ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
torasin was eating them as fast as I could fucking cook them (observe the pie-eating machine in action!) but I restored yon balance and we settled down to eggy goodness.
This is an importantexcuse point.
Later on I settled down and watched me some Granada. And started making a few screencaps on and off (after repairing that goddamn gamma error in vdubb) Just random little pretty scenes that took my fancy and possibly iconnage.
I snorted, I lolled, I shared, I moved on.
Then I found another one
And another. And another. The egg had gotten to me. That’s the only excuse. It became a derpapalooza, a challenge to make as many ridiculously inappropriate out of context caps as possible.
It was like a fever sweeping over me!
I Just
Couldn’t
Stop
myself
I finally crashed out some time around 4am, surrounded by the remains of quiches and drooling on my keyboard.
I woke up the next morning with a raging quiche hangover to this on my screen:
Better than a fucking alarm clock, I can tell you that right now.
torasin was eating them as fast as I could fucking cook them (observe the pie-eating machine in action!) but I restored yon balance and we settled down to eggy goodness.This is an important
Later on I settled down and watched me some Granada. And started making a few screencaps on and off (after repairing that goddamn gamma error in vdubb) Just random little pretty scenes that took my fancy and possibly iconnage.
I snorted, I lolled, I shared, I moved on.
Then I found another one
And another. And another. The egg had gotten to me. That’s the only excuse. It became a derpapalooza, a challenge to make as many ridiculously inappropriate out of context caps as possible.
It was like a fever sweeping over me!
I Just
Couldn’t
Stop
myself
I finally crashed out some time around 4am, surrounded by the remains of quiches and drooling on my keyboard.
I woke up the next morning with a raging quiche hangover to this on my screen:
Better than a fucking alarm clock, I can tell you that right now.
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- Weed & Beer
- Fruity Pebbles
- A shitload of Chocolate flavors
And apparently, "Shit" wings. A friend of hers got them and said they tasted like barbeque wings, and he got the shits from them almost immediately. I'm guessing that's how they got the name...at least, I'm HOPING that's how they got their name...