So. The Saints lost. Badly.
And that's the last we'll say about that! (No, seriously. I've been on a media blackout since Saturday, and I fully intend to not think about football for the next four or five months. I DO NOT TAKE DEFEAT WELL. THERE WERE TEARS. MANY TEARS) (SOB).
In other, better, news, some fucking HERO of GK fandom has finally taken
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laksdjflksdjflksdf I AM NOT SURE I CAN DEAL WITH THIS. IT IS EARLY HERE, OKAY? I AM AT WORK. AND IT ENDS ON A CLIFFHANGER. D: *flails*
And when I say 'my company' I mean RedGroup Retail, which owns all the Angus & Robertson, Borders and Whitcoulls stores in Australia, New Zealand and Singapore. So. That was some high-up getting down I was doing. I blame strong liquor. *shakes head* No, no, I'm assured it wasn't TERRIBLY dirty. I may have thrown my scarf around his neck and, um, shimmied? it? And I perhaps may have done the 'smack dat ass' move on him. SIGH SIGH. I was a stripper for a long time, okay, get me on a dance floor and all the old moves just come back to me.
*blinks* Wow. Well that sounds exciting.
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And, haha, it was less exciting than...well, let's stick with drunken. It was a very drunken evening. Work conferences are of the devil.
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But seriously though, Ray being his usual mouthy awesome self and Brad's Iceman control cracking just a little?
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Misha is AMAZING. And his eyes are AMAZING and his tiny baby is AMAZING. Oh my GOD, I adore him.
And yeah, it'll always annoy me how PJ left the internet. It's partly his own damn fault, though, he's so self conscious. It pissed me off how he always assumed his fans were just there because of ASkars. Silly PJ.
Pretty, though :D
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“Poke, did you want kids before you had them?” Ray asks Tony over a game of pool.
“Nah, man. I was freaked. I was still a kid, you know? Hell, still am mostly.”
Ray nods. “But it worked. I mean, obviously. Your kids are pretty well adjusted, right?”
“More adjusted than your fucking whiskey tango ass, Person. The fuck you going on about kids for anyway?”
Behind them, Brad audibly orders another shot or twelve.
“Oh shit, dawg. You and Brad? Its about time you two white motherfuckers went and saved some Ethiopian babies from poverty or some shit. Damn. Teresa’s gonna be out of her mind. She knows I ain’t giving her no more babies, so you won’t have no trouble at all finding a sitter.”
“Poke,” Brad yells from the bar, hands covering his face. “Please shut up.”
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:D :D
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My job is increasingly about motivational 'SELLING STUFF IS GREAT, YEAH!' sessions and football politics, and decreasingly about a place for me to gaze into middle distance and contemplate PJ Ransone's abs.
Hahahah, LMFAO! This is (one of the many reasons) why I love you. Priorities are very important!
Another reason is that I had very legitimate plans to be productive this afternoon, but instead I've spent the last couple hours steaming up my computer monitor with those recs, WHICH WERE SERIOUSLY SOME OF THE HOTTEST SHIT EVER!!! I will be delightfully hazy for the rest of the day :D
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<3 you too! And PJ's ABS are very important, haha :D
And re: the recs - I just wanna share the joy, sweetpea! Glad you liked 'em! (Honestly, HOW GOOD IS THAT THREESOME OH MY GOD)
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Not being able to contemplate PJ's abs is indeed a terrible thing, I feel for you! I myself have found that people seem to expect me to pay attention in class? Occasionally? It isn't fair. :(
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And right? Society keeps expecting us to DO STUFF when PJ's abs are, like, RIGHT THERE. WHAT IS THIS MADNESS??
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