Someone make me a trophy.

[black_hat_cat]

I've been reserving this statement for a point low enough to deserve it: This may be shaping up to be the worst week I've had since last year.

And it's only Tuesday.

No, I'm not going to explain why, but rest assured that my week is worse than yours. If anyone would like to contest this, please feel free. I could use a good cheering up.

Comments

[tapdancinskelly]

Would you like your trophy to be made of rusted bronze? It might fit the mood given what you wanted it for.

[warriorothesea]

We're NOT fighting.

[warriorothesea]

At least I don't THINK we are.

[black_hat_cat]

I don't think we are either.

[warriorothesea]

Well...okay. That's good.

[black_hat_cat]

I'm not sure why he thinks we are.

[warriorothesea]

It's Brooke. Who knows.

[black_hat_cat]

Actually, would you do me a favor, please?

[warriorothesea]

...uh. Probably. What is it?

[black_hat_cat]

You're good at making up stories. Come up with a good reason for me not to eat him.

[tapdancinskelly]

Hey!!

[black_hat_cat]

Oh, can you come up with one?

[tapdancinskelly]

Because... I'm pretty? Yohohoho!

[warriorothesea]

Oh. Well, he wouldn't even taste good, for starters. He's all old dry bones and no marrow or anything. He probably tastes like dust and bad jokes.

Anyway, he's infested with weird little bugs that have been boring tunnels through him for years and if you eat him, they'd just lay eggs inside you, and eventually they're gonna HATCH, and that's just gonna be...really gross. So I wouldn't, if I were you.

[black_hat_cat]

...You make valid points. He lives another day.

[warriorothesea]

He definitely owes me big time.