To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize

[ecconcentrical]

I have a headache that just won't seem to go away. Fucking tried everything, too.

Headache aside, I've been busy working with some contractors over the past week to build a new house for the Akatsuki. It seems our current living arrangements just aren't working out well. The new house will look something like this:

Comments

[isuzukuretsuki]

New house? Sounds exciting.

I enjoy how many times you said the word "fuck" in this entry.

[ecconcentrical]

I think it is.

How many times was it? I didn't keep track.

[isuzukuretsuki]

I think so too. It looks like that will be a pretty sweet setup.

You're gonna make me count? Well...counting the tags...fourteen.

[ecconcentrical]

That's not that many.

[isuzukuretsuki]

I guess not.

[ecconcentrical]

Maybe my next entry I'll fucking try to fit the word 'fuck' into my entry 50 times.

[isuzukuretsuki]

Heh. I bet you can do it.

[ecconcentrical]

Probably.

[isuzukuretsuki]

The work "fuck" is quite versatile.

[ecconcentrical]

It really fucking is fucking versatile.

[isuzukuretsuki]

Mmhm.

[ecconcentrical]

That all? Not an "Mmhm, it fucking is"?

[isuzukuretsuki]

Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to say fuck a lot too?

I suppose I could fucking do that.

[ecconcentrical]

I was just teasing. You don't fucking have to.

[isuzukuretsuki]

Mmm. It doesn't roll off of my tongue as easily as it does yours.

[ecconcentrical]

A lot of things roll off my tongue easily, and I fucking guess fuck is one of them.