Hey You, Get Out of the Gene Pool
episkopos and i are considering Not Breeding, for the sake of the gene pool. Or possibly, breeding and then pointing and laughing at the offspring.
1150 - episkopos texts me to ask for his copy of 'The Illuminatus Trilogy' back. Turns out he needs it for an essay or some such nonsense.
1533 - i get back to him (yes, i'm just that quick), and we arrange for book hand over in a nearby pub.
2324 - After four pints, three games of pool, two plates of prawns, and a whole lot of power rock episkopos finally leaves my flat - intent on actually starting that essay.
2326 - episkopos phones me and asks to be let back in so that he can actually get the book he met me eight hours ago to get.
*sigh*
But hey, he did win my undying love and affection after stating that if he were to get a job teaching English in an American University he would start each lecture with the words "Morning, Scum." And when i say "undying love and affection" i mean that i'd sit on the front row of these lectures wearing obscenely low-cut tops and spend my time slow-blinking to show off the fact that i'd have love you written on my eyelids (ala 'Indiana Jones'). But we all knew that anyway.
1150 - episkopos texts me to ask for his copy of 'The Illuminatus Trilogy' back. Turns out he needs it for an essay or some such nonsense.
1533 - i get back to him (yes, i'm just that quick), and we arrange for book hand over in a nearby pub.
2324 - After four pints, three games of pool, two plates of prawns, and a whole lot of power rock episkopos finally leaves my flat - intent on actually starting that essay.
2326 - episkopos phones me and asks to be let back in so that he can actually get the book he met me eight hours ago to get.
*sigh*
But hey, he did win my undying love and affection after stating that if he were to get a job teaching English in an American University he would start each lecture with the words "Morning, Scum." And when i say "undying love and affection" i mean that i'd sit on the front row of these lectures wearing obscenely low-cut tops and spend my time slow-blinking to show off the fact that i'd have love you written on my eyelids (ala 'Indiana Jones'). But we all knew that anyway.