[Contrary to what the title of this entry says, Gabriel's not gonna be singing that song because I still have PSTD from the last time I wrote a song parody. He is, however, on camera, and golf clapping at the whole Barge and grinning like a maniac. He finds you all so very entertaining.]

Bravo, gang. Bravo.

[ADDITIONAL SPAM FOR MURPHY]

[Knock, knock ( Read more... )

[Gabriel is wandering through the woods, because he's on his way to the cool counselor's party or... I dunno. Meeting someone for some secret rendezvous. You never know with him.]

Guys... And by guys, I mean the people in the, uh... Stupid small horse cabin. [That's the Tarpan Cabin, for those keeping score at home. Who the hell knows what's in that ( Read more... )

Day Two of No-Really-I-Died-That-Time-And-It-Sucked Death Toll. Still sucks.

Note to self: Find a constructive hobby. One that doesn't involve getting lit on fire.

[Warden Filter]

Someone needs to check Bela Talbot's room. She had to have broken into my stash to get the holy oil, so if she's still got some, I wanna know about it. And I want it gone.

( Bonus spam for Max )

[Gabe sounds a little too calm. It's that saccharine calm edge he gets when he's starting to get so unbelievably pissed that he might snap and strangle something in the next ten minutes.]

Okay. Here's a game everyone can play! The rules are simple.

If you hear a hellhound, call me. I'll deal with it. If everything you're throwing at it don't seem to ( Read more... )

[I'm going to assume Gabe's disco is gone, thanks to Az. Or Dean got bored and made it go away. Or Gabe is actually recording this from a maintenance hallway where he has taken up residence to live forever as a hobo. Whatever.]

I don't wanna be the guy pulling the divine retribution card here, but I wasn't here for the whole "Davros situation" and ( Read more... )