06 -- 08-11-1980

[arithmantically]

Today's arithmantic forecast is a natural one. I hope to hear from everyone today because natural ones rarely bode well, so if you can spare the time, just please drop a line to tell me that everything's fine. It may be a difficult day for some, as it can isolate, and I hope everyone is faring well

Comments

[secretarially]

Lizzie, I officially charge you with making sure Joe is not a dateless loser at my wedding.

as Joe Wadcock

[crimsonnpc]

Your kind words shock me.

[secretarially]

Just looking out for you, mate.

as Joe Wadcock

[crimsonnpc]

Then let's avoid the 'dateless loser' label. How many chicks is that going to get me?

[secretarially]

Dateless loser is what we're trying to avoid.

I'd say Minnie Watson but you might want to kill yourself after an hour, so no.

It'd be a lot easier if you could get them yourself, mate.

as Joe Wadcock

[crimsonnpc]

I can get them myself!

[mildlyinsulting]

Joe. No you can't.

as Joe Wadcock

[crimsonnpc]

Are you baking? 'Cause it smells like traitorcakes.

[mildlyinsulting]

Taste the truth.

[everydaybystorm]

traitorcakes?

as Joe Wadcock

[crimsonnpc]

Cakes made by traitors.

[secretarially]

Since when?

Because I remember barhopping with you for roughly a decade.

as Joe Wadcock

[crimsonnpc]

Oh please.

[arithmantically]

Joe is not a loser!

And since when am I a matchmaker?

[secretarially]

Who knows a lot of desperate single girls better than a nerdy girl such as yourself?

[shamelesssarah]

Girls who used to whore around and steal blokes from said single blokes.