(Note sent back by means of Arabian falcon, one who could, coincidentally, figure out the address.)
Did you really think the cryptic return address would work?
Depending on what sort of buzz, of course. I'm not going to think of what sort of chemicals you could be combining all on your lonesome out there.
You owe me $20. Jews don't put up stockings, smart alec. And I actually got a pair of dress robes. Looks like I can win money off bets from you after all.
Merry Christmas.
~Jimmy
P.S: The amulet isn't fertility, actually. It's protection against venomous animals. Maybe it will work against you.
You got a pair of dress robes? From who? Never mind, actually, the fact that you have what looks like a dress is never going to stop being amusing.
It's considered general protection to the less specific, you idiot. To follow up, why don't you make some joke about how my hearts beats poison through my veins instead of blood? You wit, you.
What rubbish they must teach you in Jew school, if you just wished me Merry Christmas. You're getting all confused. Now stop distracting me with weird birds and alcohol, I'm busy over here.
House.
(Nonetheless, there is 20 Egyptian Pounds included. It does, however, translate to roughly $3.47 USD.)
From Lily, actually. She went a BIT gift-crazy, I'm assuming. There's something on your bed as well. Not entirely sure what.
Technically, she was first and foremost the deification of legal justice. Unless you want more speeches given as to your immorality? And you call me a joke killer. Although I'm supposing that by the time you DO get back from your spontaneous vacation, you'll have taken so many mind-altering substances, your veins could be quite possibly pumping poison.
Well, Hanukkah has been rightly over for a few days now, so that would make me even less of one by wishing you a happy one of those, wouldn't it? I'll stick with Christmas. It's safer. There's more of you out there.
~Jimmy
P.S: Why, thank you for the money. I bet I can buy a candy bar with that sort of fortune.
Well, Lily also has the want to see Cox in a nurse's outfit. I don't know if you've met him, but it wouldn't be a pretty sight. The woman has strange fetishes. She's after you.
Stop acting like you're smarter than me with your fancy little books. I just got it given to me by some strange old guy. Are you saying I'm taking drugs? Why, Jimmy, I didn't know your expectations of me had fallen so low.
Return owl, heavily warded, charmed to turn to a lockpicklilypotter60December 26 2006, 21:45:38 UTC
House ~
I'm not denying anything. Because there's nothing to deny. It's also none of your sodding business, you arrogant I'm sorry that I am apparently not up to your usual expectation of the picture of health and well-being - perhaps it's the coming-back-from-the-dead thing? Or my current work load? Most people look tired from time to time. I'm simply putting this down to one of your amusing little jabs and moving on. I strongly suggest you do the same.
He may be the one paying the bail, but somehow I think that I'll be the one Apparating to wherever the hell you are to spring you. So let's not take time out of my busy, busy schedule to do so, yeah?
Return owl, scrawled on the back of a postcardcanes_can_killDecember 26 2006, 21:55:34 UTC
Lily,
What was that? You are having nightmares? You know what they say about the people who complain and deny too much.
Fine. I'll leave it alone. For now. But only because my horoscope told me I'd get kicked in the scrotum by a feisty redhead if I bugged her. Jeez, you're touchy. What happened to the good old horoscopes about meeting a dark, handsome stranger? I miss those.
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Did you really think the cryptic return address would work?
Depending on what sort of buzz, of course. I'm not going to think of what sort of chemicals you could be combining all on your lonesome out there.
You owe me $20. Jews don't put up stockings, smart alec. And I actually got a pair of dress robes. Looks like I can win money off bets from you after all.
Merry Christmas.
~Jimmy
P.S: The amulet isn't fertility, actually. It's protection against venomous animals. Maybe it will work against you.
(Sent with the bird is a nice bottle of Ballentine's scotch whiskey)
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You got a pair of dress robes? From who? Never mind, actually, the fact that you have what looks like a dress is never going to stop being amusing.
It's considered general protection to the less specific, you idiot. To follow up, why don't you make some joke about how my hearts beats poison through my veins instead of blood? You wit, you.
What rubbish they must teach you in Jew school, if you just wished me Merry Christmas. You're getting all confused. Now stop distracting me with weird birds and alcohol, I'm busy over here.
House.
(Nonetheless, there is 20 Egyptian Pounds included. It does, however, translate to roughly $3.47 USD.)
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From Lily, actually. She went a BIT gift-crazy, I'm assuming. There's something on your bed as well. Not entirely sure what.
Technically, she was first and foremost the deification of legal justice. Unless you want more speeches given as to your immorality? And you call me a joke killer. Although I'm supposing that by the time you DO get back from your spontaneous vacation, you'll have taken so many mind-altering substances, your veins could be quite possibly pumping poison.
Well, Hanukkah has been rightly over for a few days now, so that would make me even less of one by wishing you a happy one of those, wouldn't it? I'll stick with Christmas. It's safer. There's more of you out there.
~Jimmy
P.S: Why, thank you for the money. I bet I can buy a candy bar with that sort of fortune.
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Well, Lily also has the want to see Cox in a nurse's outfit. I don't know if you've met him, but it wouldn't be a pretty sight. The woman has strange fetishes. She's after you.
Stop acting like you're smarter than me with your fancy little books. I just got it given to me by some strange old guy. Are you saying I'm taking drugs? Why, Jimmy, I didn't know your expectations of me had fallen so low.
House.
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House ~
There's nothing wrong with me
I sleep just fine and
There's no way you could
Merry Christmas yourself, Skippy. Try not to get into trouble that involves law officers or jail cells.
~ Lily
(Consider it done.)
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No denial? People are so easy. When I get back you'll have the joy of being bugged about it. That'll put some holiday cheer in you.
Me? In jail? ...It's been known to happen. Why are you worrying? It'll be Wilson who I make pay my bail.
House.
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I'm not denying anything. Because there's nothing to deny. It's also none of your sodding business, you arrogant I'm sorry that I am apparently not up to your usual expectation of the picture of health and well-being - perhaps it's the coming-back-from-the-dead thing? Or my current work load? Most people look tired from time to time. I'm simply putting this down to one of your amusing little jabs and moving on. I strongly suggest you do the same.
He may be the one paying the bail, but somehow I think that I'll be the one Apparating to wherever the hell you are to spring you. So let's not take time out of my busy, busy schedule to do so, yeah?
Have fun.
~ Lily
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What was that? You are having nightmares? You know what they say about the people who complain and deny too much.
Fine. I'll leave it alone. For now. But only because my horoscope told me I'd get kicked in the scrotum by a feisty redhead if I bugged her. Jeez, you're touchy. What happened to the good old horoscopes about meeting a dark, handsome stranger? I miss those.
Did you give Wilson a dress?
House.
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