evening in the--wait what?!
[it's a fine spring evening in Camp Fuck You Die . . . the breeze is blowing, various things which have all been described humorously before by more talented posters are probably happening, yeah, let's go with that.
outside, in plain view, which is possibly against the law--but we're the mafia, we're in the business of illegal--a red hedgehog-headed Nobody and two tiny babies are drinking and chatting. yes, drinking.]
I still don't see the point of this, but I'm not going to refuse free alcohol. Just don't expect me to get drunk. I'm not stupid.
[WHAT DO YOU DO IN THIS SITUATION?]
outside, in plain view, which is possibly against the law--but we're the mafia, we're in the business of illegal--a red hedgehog-headed Nobody and two tiny babies are drinking and chatting. yes, drinking.]
I still don't see the point of this, but I'm not going to refuse free alcohol. Just don't expect me to get drunk. I'm not stupid.
[WHAT DO YOU DO IN THIS SITUATION?]