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[cold_dry_pieces]

I probably don't have to point it out, but all that unpleasant nonsense the other day was just that-- nonsense. I am neither a mass-murderer nor a mime, et cetera.

And no, Deb isn't a super hero or a cokehead, and if I made a crack about how good she'd look in brightly-colored spandex she'd probably hit me, so I won't.

So, um. What's the deal with today?

|[ooc: FOURTH-WALL THE HELL OUT OF HIM, PLEASE. I would like to request though, that no other City folk remember anything incriminating that gets said today, after the curse ends? ;_;]|

Comments

[elwhyenen.livejournal.com]

no you don't work like that.

you'd have to swing by my house in an ice cream truck and kill me, cut me up, drain my blood and leave my cold dry pieces on the pavement of miami somewhere.


isn't that right?

[cold_dry_pieces]

...An ice-cream truck?

[elwhyenen.livejournal.com]

you betcha

[cold_dry_pieces]

Hmn. How childish.

I think you're mistaking me for someone else, Lynn.

[elwhyenen.livejournal.com]

nope-a there's only one brian moser on showtime for me ole buddy ole pal

[cold_dry_pieces]

...Showtime?

Lunatic.