Blind Date Part 3: Return of the What in the Hell Am I Doing [[screened from anyone under 16]]

[fragrant_coffee]

All right, this has gotten ridiculous. I don't use that in the kindest sense of the term, either. In fact, I will go so far as to say that if there is a kind sense to the word "ridiculous" I would like for it to be stricken from the public consciousness, so that my own use of it will not be misconstrued.

I haven't had espresso in something like

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[miles_distant]

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[miles_distant]

Angel, where did you meet all of these people...?

[miles_distant]

So, your quilting circle, then?

[miles_distant]

Calm down, Angel. I'm sure Armando doesn't hold it against you, right Armando? It's not as though you knew.

[fragrant_coffee]

She made it very clear that her "character" was a person different from herself - as in, her character was not a three-toed sloth, but a person who dressed up as a three-toed sloth to have sex with other people dressed up like animals.

I take it you never met "Apricot" either, eh Angel?

[miles_distant]

Let's call it even for last week.

[fragrant_coffee]

In case you were curious, her part required her to move very slowly.

[fragrant_coffee]

How do you think sloths screw?

[fragrant_coffee]

Angel.

Take a shot of vodka in a tall glass of cranberry juice over ice while Edgeworth rubs your feet. If his shoulder's still hurting him I'm sure he'd be happy to use his tongue.

Come back afterwards.