(Untitled)

[hugo_weaving_]

Dear Weaving Olives,

I hate you, I hate fire extinguishers and I hate olive oil. I hope you all burn to the ground, you bastards. And I will dance on your ashes.

Hugs and Kisses,
Hugo.

Now then! On a brighter note.

Happy Birthday Lucy Liu!!
I have found The Nude Beach.

Comments

[lucy__liu]

Thank you, Hugo. You're the first one to say so.

Dare I ask why you have such a grudge against olives?

[hugo_weaving_]

As if I would forget. Pfft!

I despise them. I own a bloody olive farm that's got me up all night because it's bloody hot and they're going to catch fire one day.

[lucy__liu]

Well that's random. Apparently you've been on this farm for months and you're just now panicking about it?

[hugo_weaving_]

It's just now summer.

[lucy__liu]

What possessed you to buy an olive farm? A new car I could understand. A beach house, I could understand. Even a vinyard, yes. But an olive farm?

Hugo, satisfy my curiosity please.

[hugo_weaving_]

I am NOT going through a midlife crisis! >:O!

..the house was pretty?