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[notadolly]

I am becoming increasingly annoyed by all the LOAFERS taking up refuge in the hallways. "But it's the holiday season!"

To you sleazy smelly hobos I say, quite simply:

BAH. HUMBUG.

Naruto, are these bums yours? Get them away from my door. I tripped over one while I was carrying a cooling mold, and that is NOT fun or easy to clean. Not that I expect

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[twistedfishcake]

Excuse me? You see a crop of bums in the hallway and you automatically assume they're mine? Fuck you, man. I haven't even been home in a few days. What makes you think they're magically congregating around me. So what if they think I'm their Jesus or something. Shit...I was walking around downtown and this guy was trippin' balls, right? So I just walked across this puddle and then he starts pointing at me and saying that I can walk on water and shit. So they started worshipping me and calling me their saviour just cause I happen to have some wine in backpack. That I was on that 'run' to get anyway

[notadolly]

I figured they were yours because they kept asking for you, and then upon finding out I lived with you demanded scraps of your clothing as well as mine, for I'd been 'touched by the hands of god.'

*snerk* Hands of god, hm? If only they knew.

Itachi... -Always- bros before hos! IT'S IN THE LEASE AGREEMENT! *points to the twenty-three pages of fine print*

And I know that little weasel read through it all. I watched him the whole time.

I don't think Vinnie likes Vinnie either. So I don't blame you.

Only twenty? He owes me quite a few digits.

The carpet samples were useful, yes. But the trombone, the box of King Vitamin cereal, the steel xylophone and the... Cat Handle. Were NOT useful.

As a general rule of thumb, if you can't find it at a hardware store, don't bring it.

I didn't 'run off.' I'm still here, have not and will not break my lease... I'm just not doing the 'fucking' part. I was under the impression we were also... somewhat... uhm. Friends....just... alright, do you want to come get a pitcher with me or something?

[twistedfishcake]

They're not "mine", alright. I don't want them here. I don't know how they found out I lived here, I know how to come home without avoiding detection.

Hands of god? Don't make me laugh. You've got idle hands, you dirty bitch.

He is going blind, dude. I told him he could live here while his woman lived elsewhere. Married couples do it all the time! My wife lives the next complex over! See?? Fucking tie-dye wasting assmuncher.

Maybe not to YOU, but they were fucking useful for me. Especially when I got the munchies.

You know they have those moonpies at hardware stores now? So that's completely moot. I'm bringing a bicycle. And my handpump.

If you did, and didn't say goodbye, I'd hunt your ass down, mother fucker. You think you're the only one that can track things and hack 'em with a machete? Cause I can too. ...Yeah.

Yeah. Sounds bitchin'.

[notadolly]

They've been taken care of. I found out who it was sneaking sips of my clay. It was sort of a 'magic kool-aid' re-enactment. They harried out rather quickly after the one calling himself 'Bilbo Dimebaggins' dropped like a fly.

They are not 'idle.' Merely appreciative.

I gave him a copy in braille, also. I know it shouldn't take him long to learn, if he doesn't already. I've seen his Mensa papers. He has no excuse for this treason.

What on earth are 'moonpies?' It sounds like some sort of space treat. Are they dehydrated?

A bicycle and a handpump are useful. Just... don't bring more than you can carry, alright? I know it's rather far-fetched to expect you to only bring your lonesome.

I wouldn't just leave. Maybe if. It weren't... you. But it is, and we have history and you've helped me dig quite a few 'holes'(read: graves) and... held my hair back without complaint in our days, so. ...yeah.

Great. I'll dig the umbrella out of the hall closet... although I realize it's like a party at Fibber McGee's in there.

[notyo_bitchling]

I have no qualms. I have something for you as well.

...Should I ask why you want to make soap or just leave it alone because you're going to give me a very vague answer that doesn't really answer the question...?

The door's open.

[notadolly]

Soap is made of glycerin. Glycerin combines with certain things that help to get one's point across quite well.

I'll... talk more about it with you tonight, alright? I can't say I'll tell you everything and I know you didn't have your hopes up that I would, but you do deserve to know some things. Specifically what job your...loverboyfriendsomething uh. Your 'me' holds.

I'll be there shortwise. I do hope you enjoy old smelly books as much as I do.

[twistedfishcake]

Like Nitric Acid.