I need help. Not psychiatric help or anything don't say a word, Blake, but help with going out with a bang. Long story short, the club where I sing is under new management and my boss is a douche. Handing in my two week's notice and walking out would be so incredibly lame that I can't even put it into words--therefore, I'd like to turn to the
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...And I get the feeling that I shouldn't be so tempted by that idea.
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But I'm looking for something metaphorically explosive. Liiiike...well, that's where the ideas run dry.
Also, what's your name? I'm Rayce~
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Ah, you're Rayce? I'm Cihuacoatl.
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First: that name is friggin' sweet. Second: Ignore everything that Blake said. He's a jerkface.
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Are we talking destruction, flames, animals, noise, things going wrong, a police raid, or what?
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Insofar, there's probably gonna be a shitload of noise and some near-nudity, but a police raid would be sweet. I hadn't thought of that!
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Hm, I could probably set something up with illegal drugs if you want to do a full monty and get him locked up for a while? But it'll cost you a mudslide and a Jim Dandy because the Colombian's can be a bitch to bargain with. Extra sprinkles will earn something of my own personal touch.
I'm going to need a front row seat for this.
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But you're totally welcome to watch it happen and I'll give you a mudslide anyway~ Hey, my name's Rayce. Would it be too far off target to assume that you're Eris?
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