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[thebabyone]

I was supposed to go clubbing with some girls from my Biology class (I've never been clubbing before, but they asked so I thought it could be fun, right?). But then I came home and turned on the news.

Heath Ledger died so I'm calling in sick for tonight and eating ice cream on my bed curled up with The Master.

We're watching Brokeback Mountain

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[pappybear]

Oh for the ever loving... I need a drink.

[thebabyone]

Don't be so dramatic, Pap!

I'll be careful! Cross my heart.

[pappybear]

[Later, after BG added onto her entry.]

No.

[thebabyone]

...no, what?

[pappybear]

Clubbing.

[thebabyone]

Hey. Wait a second. You're so not the boss of me.

[pappybear]

I'm worse.

[thebabyone]

And what's that supposed to mean, Mister?

[pappybear]

I'm your Papa Bear.

[thebabyone]

Yes, you are. That's not worse, that's better! But it still doesn't mean I have to listen. I'm just curious anyway!

[pappybear]

[...]

Remember that one version of our tale when after we found Goldilocks in our house, I ate her?

[thebabyone]

Yes. But you wouldn't eat me!

[pappybear]

[A few minutes in which David repeatedly slams his head on the table.]

Fine. Just be careful.

[thebabyone]

Of course, Pap! The most careful.