These are just things I write, okay? Sometimes they're profound insights
or funny stories and I'm really proud of them. Other times it's mindless
rhetoric that I've since completely changed my mind about and am ashamed
of. But most of the time it's just words.
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Some Junk
They've been painting the halls in my building. On the one hand, I get a little high everytime I leave the apartment. On the other, the paint is an unpleasant fleshy sort of color. You're left with the impression that you're not so much walking down a hallway as through the inside of an enormous schwanschtucker.
Voof.
Me: Is it time to saw our fingers off yet?
J1: Ya, I think so.
J2: What did you say!?
Me: When?
J2: Did you just say 'saw our fingers off?'
Me: No. (edging away) Jeez, no. What? No.
No author is allowed to give a character who's secretly or openly a werewolf (not even an openly gay werewolf) the name "Lupin" anymore, okay? You're not clever. We all got it, it spoiled any attempt at surprise you may have had going. We know, alright, everybody knows.
You know who you are.