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FUNNY ONLY TO ME AND MAGS AND WILL PROBABLY OFFEND HALF THE PEOPLE ON MY FL. YOU WERE WARNED.
For what it's worth, RP-age with Jimmie Zabel (Lord Raptor) and his manager Amanda, via texts. It is made up of a plethora of private jokes and will be understood by no one.
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Still here? Okay, you WERE warned.
Me: Jimmy about Hsien-Ko: "If groping a 16 year old girl's corpse is wrong, I don't want to be right."
Mags: "Can we discuss your pedo-necrophilia when not behind toddlers in Starbucks?" *motioning to people in line.*
Me: "Are you kiddin'? This is the most entertainment I've had all week." X3
Mags: "THIS is why the only people who'll have you play is the Catholic church. You know that right?"
Me: "Fuck that noise. Pope Palpatine can kiss my desiccated arse. Bloody fucking Germans... Now shut up and order your pansy latte."
Mags: "It's a chai latte, you uneducated twat. I don't call your Carpet 'Japanese', now do I?"
Me: "Oh, it's not even real coffee and I'M the twat? La di da."
Mags: "You're just upset they don't spike their drinks at 10 in the morning."
Me: "Honestly. It's like Prohibition all over again."
Mags: "And you say that like you were ever sober during Prohibition."
Me: "I was sober! ...I think. At least once."
Mags: "Between bathwater gin and Makai's bars you were drunk straight through from '20 to '33."
Me: "Look, we're gettin' off subject. Why come to a coffee house if you're gonna drink over-glorified leaf-piss?"
Mags: "Darling, this isn't a coffee house, it's a cash cow. They'd serve warmed over feces if it made a penny."
...I love you, Mags. ♥
For what it's worth, RP-age with Jimmie Zabel (Lord Raptor) and his manager Amanda, via texts. It is made up of a plethora of private jokes and will be understood by no one.
...
Still here? Okay, you WERE warned.
Me: Jimmy about Hsien-Ko: "If groping a 16 year old girl's corpse is wrong, I don't want to be right."
Mags: "Can we discuss your pedo-necrophilia when not behind toddlers in Starbucks?" *motioning to people in line.*
Me: "Are you kiddin'? This is the most entertainment I've had all week." X3
Mags: "THIS is why the only people who'll have you play is the Catholic church. You know that right?"
Me: "Fuck that noise. Pope Palpatine can kiss my desiccated arse. Bloody fucking Germans... Now shut up and order your pansy latte."
Mags: "It's a chai latte, you uneducated twat. I don't call your Carpet 'Japanese', now do I?"
Me: "Oh, it's not even real coffee and I'M the twat? La di da."
Mags: "You're just upset they don't spike their drinks at 10 in the morning."
Me: "Honestly. It's like Prohibition all over again."
Mags: "And you say that like you were ever sober during Prohibition."
Me: "I was sober! ...I think. At least once."
Mags: "Between bathwater gin and Makai's bars you were drunk straight through from '20 to '33."
Me: "Look, we're gettin' off subject. Why come to a coffee house if you're gonna drink over-glorified leaf-piss?"
Mags: "Darling, this isn't a coffee house, it's a cash cow. They'd serve warmed over feces if it made a penny."
...I love you, Mags. ♥