Dragons Check In The Third
Dear Americaland,
Your Chicago is super-handsome. This city makes me want a scotch and a cigar like whoa. Also, you has the hiyacynthhere, who is beyond awesome and so very funny and kind and wonderful, even though she has the Secret Ninja Flip Table in her kitchen. I cannot help but assume this was installed with the express purpose of making me look foolish. Mission accomplished, Secret Ninja Flip-Table. Kudos to you. Bravo.
Let us recap. So far I has eaten twasadarkout of house and home, nearly missed my plane in LA, poured cereal on july_july_july 's tablecloth, aggravated Seattle's public transport employees, STABBED the aforementioned July in the hand with her OWN FORK at dinner, walked into approximately forty-six non-opening doors, attempted to open fifty-eight faucets the wrong way, and nearly catapulted two bowls of cereal and their adjacent coffee mugs out of hiyacynth's kitchen window into Canada. And I sat on Scout's tail. *grimaces, pets Scout*
The Dragons train wreck will be moving on to Indianapolis this afternoon, so all I can say is that if you are anywhere near Illinois or Indiana, take cover. I'll try not to instigate any extinction-level event en route to quellefromage 's place. There's not much hope for the very generous buriedchildI'm afraid, because she's driving me there. The rest of you, there's still time to flee. About five hours, to be exact. For the next week I'll be breaking/tripping over stuff at the whimsical wordsmith quellefromage's pad. There I will finally meet the kimonkey7, and likely I will asplode or break like a roadside epi-closing Dean when that happens.
USA, could you be more made of flail? I don't believe you could. *FLAIL*
Also, stop giving me ideas for fic and making me buy books. I has the chappy seven and the tornado fic to do. And I has to lug this stuff home, remember?
Kind regards,
Dragons
Note to Australia: What are you useless pricks at the Chamber of Commerce DOING exactly? They has a place over here called the Cold Stone Creamery where they will BEAT APPLE PIE INTO YOUR ICE CREAM. Crust and all. Get on that shit, will you?
Your Chicago is super-handsome. This city makes me want a scotch and a cigar like whoa. Also, you has the hiyacynthhere, who is beyond awesome and so very funny and kind and wonderful, even though she has the Secret Ninja Flip Table in her kitchen. I cannot help but assume this was installed with the express purpose of making me look foolish. Mission accomplished, Secret Ninja Flip-Table. Kudos to you. Bravo.
Let us recap. So far I has eaten twasadarkout of house and home, nearly missed my plane in LA, poured cereal on july_july_july 's tablecloth, aggravated Seattle's public transport employees, STABBED the aforementioned July in the hand with her OWN FORK at dinner, walked into approximately forty-six non-opening doors, attempted to open fifty-eight faucets the wrong way, and nearly catapulted two bowls of cereal and their adjacent coffee mugs out of hiyacynth's kitchen window into Canada. And I sat on Scout's tail. *grimaces, pets Scout*
The Dragons train wreck will be moving on to Indianapolis this afternoon, so all I can say is that if you are anywhere near Illinois or Indiana, take cover. I'll try not to instigate any extinction-level event en route to quellefromage 's place. There's not much hope for the very generous buriedchildI'm afraid, because she's driving me there. The rest of you, there's still time to flee. About five hours, to be exact. For the next week I'll be breaking/tripping over stuff at the whimsical wordsmith quellefromage's pad. There I will finally meet the kimonkey7, and likely I will asplode or break like a roadside epi-closing Dean when that happens.
USA, could you be more made of flail? I don't believe you could. *FLAIL*
Also, stop giving me ideas for fic and making me buy books. I has the chappy seven and the tornado fic to do. And I has to lug this stuff home, remember?
Kind regards,
Dragons
Note to Australia: What are you useless pricks at the Chamber of Commerce DOING exactly? They has a place over here called the Cold Stone Creamery where they will BEAT APPLE PIE INTO YOUR ICE CREAM. Crust and all. Get on that shit, will you?