Yeah, so it's like the obscenely stupid mortal holiday called Valentine's Day, or some crap.

I bought Galadhon a valentine's card. Happy Valentine's, son.

Now go make me dinner, bitch.

( OOC )

*He looks over the book he just found as he was looking around the non-stinky parts of the house for something else - How to Alienate Your Children in 10 Ways or Less - and laughs cruelly, before settling back down onto his old and crappy couch, and clearing his throat*

GALADHON!

Get your stinky ass over here. I've got something to tell you.

The one he is sitting on is old and crappy, and is falling apart as we speak ( Read more... )

Elmo has a new mun.

He shall stay a cruel fucker, though.

So don't get your hopes up.

;)

*kicks Galadhon*

UP, you slimy fuckhead. And clean up that reeking mess in the corner. Don't you know you're supposed to BURY dead things? That's your wife, you lazy disrespectful slob. At least get her out of the living room. And pick up these broken bottles.

Now where are your useless failures of children?

Little niece girly girl is back in Arda.

Too bad she's kin. Our kids would be hot.

*long pause*

I didn't say that.

Saw a very disturbing movie yesterday.

BOY! WHAT WERE YOU DOING TO YOUR MOTHER?! WHAT IS THIS?!

I want answers. Then I want you to redeem yourself by killing your father. Start crackin'.

My journal's hideous. I like it.

My son married an axe murderer. And she's a good shot with other weapons too. She's cool. And not that much of a drunk.

Anyone want to have my babies?

I miss my old one. I miss my rotundness. I have a bellybutton now. Fuckin' weird.

Thinking about making another movie.

One with giant eagles eating babies.

Tried to do this once when Galadhon was just a little sprog. Didn't work.

Suppose I'll just have to settle for one of his descendants.