(no subject)
I wasn't quite aware that I was in possession of a plot hole. It seems to be the popular thing these past...well, day. Since putting in the plumbing, I've been rather too happily flushing to give much thought to many things other than conquests, necessary evil, wing care and re-watching some of my favourite Monty Pythons. (What? Demons can have a sense of humour too. Moreso than angels, at the very least).
Well, as it happens, perhaps through coincidence or perhaps because one should not trust anyone with a slimy nametag that grunts and scratches as he's working with possible sewage...the pipes are fairly much destroyed. Leaving me time to ponder this hole of a situation.
I must say, things became quite clear after a few martinis. I think at some point, I may have hallucinated that a strange white rabbit had appeared, but I believe I was able to send away such delusions with a swift kick of my posh new shoes. Though if it was a real bunny...my apologies. I possibly should not have kicked you out of the window of my three-story flat. I hope you're still alive and bouncing happily into more three-story flats with broken plumbing.
The crux of this matter became apparent to me just after three in the morning, when I allowed myself a slight stagger towards my pricey, cozy, lavish and - above all - black-covered bed. (It's a Demon thing - "colours red and black or your arse will be sacked" - and I'd like to stay above-Hell so long as I can). Anyhow, on the bed, while looking drunkenly at my pornographically mirrored ceiling, I realised what had been the gap.
It's obvious, isn't it?
I require a puppy. To balance out the sultry, sexy side with that whole tender...thing. It will be a boon, no doubt, going from being one-dimensional to two-dimensional. If I'm lucky, perhaps I'll get up to four dimensions by Christmas.
Perhaps I'll name him John. Or Renaldo. I hear that's a popular name in China.
Well, as it happens, perhaps through coincidence or perhaps because one should not trust anyone with a slimy nametag that grunts and scratches as he's working with possible sewage...the pipes are fairly much destroyed. Leaving me time to ponder this hole of a situation.
I must say, things became quite clear after a few martinis. I think at some point, I may have hallucinated that a strange white rabbit had appeared, but I believe I was able to send away such delusions with a swift kick of my posh new shoes. Though if it was a real bunny...my apologies. I possibly should not have kicked you out of the window of my three-story flat. I hope you're still alive and bouncing happily into more three-story flats with broken plumbing.
The crux of this matter became apparent to me just after three in the morning, when I allowed myself a slight stagger towards my pricey, cozy, lavish and - above all - black-covered bed. (It's a Demon thing - "colours red and black or your arse will be sacked" - and I'd like to stay above-Hell so long as I can). Anyhow, on the bed, while looking drunkenly at my pornographically mirrored ceiling, I realised what had been the gap.
It's obvious, isn't it?
I require a puppy. To balance out the sultry, sexy side with that whole tender...thing. It will be a boon, no doubt, going from being one-dimensional to two-dimensional. If I'm lucky, perhaps I'll get up to four dimensions by Christmas.
Perhaps I'll name him John. Or Renaldo. I hear that's a popular name in China.