And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[arks.livejournal.com]

Ohhh. Getting forgotten about happens a lot, especially if you're doing something nobody else does. *nod* I get forgot about just by sitting still sometimes. But no work? Do your teachers not give you homework? That'd be neat, I'm envious. We get lots of work from Yukari-sensei every day.

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Teachers? Oh, no, I don't go to school anymore. I have a job. Which involves staplers, computers, and evil bosses.

[arks.livejournal.com]

Ohh, wow, a grown-up. o.o It really is true what they say about the Internet.