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[evelynrevisited]

Whoever the fuck you were, you left your phone here this morning afternoon whatever and it kept goddamn ringing so I threw it across the room. Dunno if it's broken, don't really care.

Memory, in many cases, is overrated. Therefore I could really give a shit what it was happened last night. 
Or the night before. Et-fucking-cetera.

I think I have class

Comments

[wilde_genius]

You didn't appreciate my Telephone ringtone?

:(

[evelynrevisited]

I hope you didn't like that phone-----oh frfuckinchrist wait what?

[wilde_genius]

Just say you love me, like you did before, and that makes up for the property damage.

[evelynrevisited]

You're so full of shit your hair is brown, Wilde. I'm not seeing too much property damage from where I'm sitting lying besides the usual rubble. So that must mean I don't love you enough to break things for you.

Except maybe your face.

[wilde_genius]

My hair is not brown, it's chestnut. What kind of unimaginative fairy are you, exactly?

[evelynrevisited]

What kind of fruit names their hair after a nut?

[wilde_genius]

I happen to like nuts.

I also am breaking my rule about puns, but then again, I break a lot of rules. I thought some very, very bad things about the priest who did the guest sermon, the Mass before last. You remember the one, of course.

[evelynrevisited]

Oh, hail Mary, Mary. Confession as come-on? How very classical.

Really putting the Roman in Roman Catholic. Or wanting to, hmm?

Naughty.