I saw him mention the party. But I get strange vibes off of him. I cannot explain it...Perhaps I might be able to spend some time meditating if you all go off.
All the more reason for me to give it a miss. He has avoided me lately, and if he will not make the effort to talk to me, when I have done nothing wrong, then I will not make the effort, as I have done countless times before.
And going by my previous track record, parties are not a good idea for me.
It would seem that my years of abstinence have weakened my tolerance for alcohol and drugs, thus reminding me of what distractions they are for the human soul. Even when I turn up not intending to partake in any, they always seem to be consumed, if you follow my point.
I promise not to spike you again. Not that I did the last time.
Okay, alright, I suppose. I just...you're not a priest any more, you know, you could...but whatever you want. I can leave the address if you change your mind.
Your persuasion is weak, Shaman, when you use such piercing blows such as these fabric lies. I am still a priest of the order of Cuckundu! I still follow the sacred, secret oath. I open my mind to wisdom! I must lie down now, and soothe myself from this blow against my character.
Alright, blimey! I just meant you don't have your door any more, and you can drink, and you were getting a bit happier and more frisky again, you know. And playing your guitar.
I'm no succubus, I'm not trying to tempt you. Ha, remember that demon we summoned up in
Your words are sage, and ordinarily that is what I would do. However, ever since I have received this Feedleash, any party I have been, I have been unwittingly drugged and spiked. It is beyond me to think of what amusement it brings to people to watch me without a grip on coherency and mobility.
And you appear to have the emotional maturity of an 12 year old boy. It amazes me how you can be so old, older than the oldest oak, and still have the emotional and intellectual development of a wind-blown sapling.
By the way, I've left the rent in an envelope on the table. It is higher than the agreed rate, so think of next month's rate the next time you accuse me of being mean.
Twelve year old, schmelve year old - I'm not the one sulking indoors all day because he's had a fight with his best mate and his guitar broke a string. You're a sulky Sue, Rudi, and it's rubbing off on me.
And it always amazes me how someone so young can come off like he's seen the whole universe, so there.
You could have given me the rent yourself, but you're still hiding in your room? Thought so.
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Spider might be there?
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And going by my previous track record, parties are not a good idea for me.
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I'm not going to force you to come, I just remember a time when parties were a good thing for you. I suppose I'm just trying to get back to that.
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Okay, alright, I suppose. I just...you're not a priest any more, you know, you could...but whatever you want. I can leave the address if you change your mind.
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I'm no succubus, I'm not trying to tempt you. Ha, remember that demon we summoned up in
No, never mind.
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By the way, I've left the rent in an envelope on the table. It is higher than the agreed rate, so think of next month's rate the next time you accuse me of being mean.
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And it always amazes me how someone so young can come off like he's seen the whole universe, so there.
You could have given me the rent yourself, but you're still hiding in your room? Thought so.
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