This can't end well. I don't know what the fuck you all are up to, but leave me and Matt out of it. We like our bed, like our loft, and I like having easy access to booze. I'm not moving my chocolate stash again, and too many people would like to steal Matt's cigarettes. First person to spray me with holy water or whatever it is you demons use ( Read more... )

Schuldig, I don't know what the fuck you were thinking of sliding in there at the end of yours and Axel's broadcast that I was the Crimson King. I'm pretty fucking sure that I'd know if I was. Keep that shit up, and Matt isn't going to want to get into bed with me. I like it when Matt's end bed with me. If I don't get any, I will make sure ( Read more... )