11A045-1 -- intelligent input, darling [VOICE]
Call me nostalgic, but I still feel like my fahkin' terrible life was bettah than this piece'a shit Bahge. Theah's the people who think no one's gonna fahkin' touch 'em and then theah's the queeahs who want to be abused. They fahkin' feed off it. The rest of us who ah just tryin' to get by get caught in the fahkin' crossfire.
[Added a few minutes later.] Fahkin'-- Who's Pahkeh's wahden?
[Private to Dick]
Thanks foah bein' honest with me. Now? I'm going to return the favor. I need more pills, Grayson.
[Private to Mal]
[. . . ] I'm sorry for anything I said while-- ...It wasn't me. Not really.
[Private to Rex]
How you doin', Rex? Sorry I didn't check up on you soonah. I know I should have.
[ooc; Pulling a douche maneuver and going to bed after posting this. BUT! Will be around to tag it tomorrow a bit and will tag from phone when I can from ze haunt.]
[Added a few minutes later.] Fahkin'-- Who's Pahkeh's wahden?
[Private to Dick]
Thanks foah bein' honest with me. Now? I'm going to return the favor. I need more pills, Grayson.
[Private to Mal]
[. . . ] I'm sorry for anything I said while-- ...It wasn't me. Not really.
[Private to Rex]
How you doin', Rex? Sorry I didn't check up on you soonah. I know I should have.
[ooc; Pulling a douche maneuver and going to bed after posting this. BUT! Will be around to tag it tomorrow a bit and will tag from phone when I can from ze haunt.]