God, kill me now.

[sixfootwood]

Oh God....oh....oh God I think I just threw up in Percy's stash of mistletoe. Anything the least bit green and....*urp* herby-looking has me a bit skittish. I'm not.....entirely sure what went on last night. I know I ate seven twinkies and if the taste of my mouth is any indication, several small woodland animals?

{Private to Sirius "Get Oliver

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[Private to Oliver "Fucking Lightweight" Wood]

[slobberymongrel]

AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA. I would tell you you didnt do any of that, but that would be lying, and Im nothing if not an honorable man. Do you remember what we did with that mailbox?? And that little old lady loved every damn second of it, make no mistake. Have you got my trousers?? Black, bit raggedy, last seen on the grass [HAHA] of the Finnegan's backyard?? I remember something about a tribal raindance, and trying to build a bonfire, but mostly just lots of things that are funny when one is naked.

Last night was fucking brilliant, mate. You're still trashed? Lightweight. Im already ready for another round. Stuck at sodding work at the mo, though. You need some pepper-up?? You sound a wreck. Thought you were a partyboy, Wood?

{Private to Sirius "had better know where my fucking broom went" Black)

[sixfootwood]

HEY NOW!!! Don't mock a man in the throes of death by Gillyweed!! Have some respect for the DYING MAN! Pisser. I USED TO BE!! All this soft living, DAMMIT--plus, that was some of that damnable Irish hash Seamus conjures up. I swear. Feeling much peppier now that I've had a bit of a nap. Percy seems to be acting....odder than usual today. I hope I didn't try to molest him in his maiden-bed last night. God, I would have, too.

THE RAINDANCE WAS REAL!! MWAHAHAHAH!!! I distinctly remember YOU trying your hand at latin and sending me laughing for an hour straight. Did we slaughter that pheasant ourselves for the feathers? I hope not. DID WE EVER FIND HELGA?! That wasn't the little old lady was it?

[Private to Oliver "Last saw it between your english arse cheeks" Wood]

[slobberymongrel]

Dying man? PAH. PAH. Dramatics and falsehoods. And stop blaming the Irish for everything. Your 'soft living' has made you an absolutely domesticated lightweight, and thats all that there is to it. Im making it my new goal in life to trash you utterly at least once or twice a week. If your ridiculous little coach or whathaveyou catches you, tell him you're my Good Friend and you'll be fine.

Molesting? Yes, you must have. How terribly awkward of course, as he is Not That Way. These things happen, though, cant be helped. He'll get over it.

Of course the raindance was Real. Would've worked too, if we'd known where our legs were. And it wasnt LATIN, it was ROMANIAN, you utter plebe. Though it was a bit funny. We killed pheasant?? Oh, god. I dont think we did, mate, I think Padfoot did. I find it a bit funny Im likely the one with a mauled wild bird in my stomach and you're the one wharking. HAR HAR!!

Who the fuck is Helga??

Re: [Private to Oliver "Last saw it between your english arse cheeks" Wood]

[sixfootwood]

Wasn't that who we were after, Helga? It was a woman, that much I recall. I think we tried several and gave up on that bit. SEAMUS IS TO BLAME FOR EVERYTHING BAD EVERYWHERE. No offence, mate. Old Devilgills knows about my "friends"...best not tell him you're one of them. You need more friends, not enemies, Sirius.

He is terribly Not That Way. Unashamedly Not That Way. Definitely Not That Third Way Either. That would be too too much. He's pissed at me regardless, but I don't think I impinged upon his virtue.

Actually I think it was more likely something you MADE UP YOU WANKER--there were vowels where vowels should NEVER BE, I tell you. A travesty.

*urps* ugh, you ate a pheasant, Sirius. You ATE A PHEASANT. Then force me to decorate myself with it's carcass. You are the best kind of friend. Percy hates me now, though. I may need to rethink Operation See How Not That Way Percy is.(tm)

[irishhalfblood]

So it was YOU making all that noise in the back last night! Mam thought it was those bloody leprechauns again! We want our garden gnomes back, you bastard!

[irishhalfblood]

THIS GARDEN GNOME OFFENDED ME IN WAYS I CANNOT DESCRIBE!!

And I will be holding him until the proper authorities can be reached. You didn't see any green underpants in your mailbox this morning did you? Just stick a bit of postage on those, would you?

[sixfootwood]

Obviously I was so overcome with rage I forgot to log in.

[irishhalfblood]

I WANT MY BLOODY GNOME BACK!

......No. The little old lady next door gave us our mail today, there was a pair of green underpants in her pocket.

....What did you do to the little old lady next door?

[true_rebellion]

You were walking a bit oddly and you seemed quite out of it, and My mistletoe is ruined, I'm going to have to head out and buy some more. You feel awful? Serves you right, you and that damned Gillyweed.

[sixfootwood]

awww Percyyyy c'mon don't be that way. It was just a bit of fun. I think I fell off of (or onto) my broom at some point, so that could account for the odd walking.

[true_rebellion]

I have to go out into that cold while you're curled up in bed throwing up all over the place. I can be any way I like. And put some clothes on.

[sixfootwood]

I can go out and get it, promise..just give me an hour. I'll get you tons of mistletoe...LOADS, I'll bring you an entire tree! Bloody freakish about his mistletoe. You never hated me naked before.

fine, I'll be sick alone.

[getahippy]

Hey. Nice icon, bro. Hangovers suck.

I'm Chitose Senri. 'sup?

[sixfootwood]

ahh yeah, I have to start watching where I put my hands when there are cameras around. This hangover is the wicked bitch-beast of all hangovers....I swear I used to be more hardcore than this! Soft living, soft living. Haven't seen you around! Are you one of those Tennis muggles blokes I keep hearing about?

nice icon yourself by the way.

[getahippy]

Tennis is one of many physical activities I'm interesting in.

Thanks.

'sup?

[sixfootwood]

Just trying to make the room stop spinning at present. Trying to entice my non-bent mate into bending, and doing my best to avoid being seduced by a man far my senior who manages to make me look like a feckin' nun.

yourself?