Farewell Beloved

[givemethegun]

Hi folks, if you were thinking I were dead, you'd be shit out of luck, shit out of luck I say.

This week has indeed been a week, our Thanksgiving break kicked off by yet another bloody notch in our disaster movie lives. I know you wanna hear about it. Here it is;

Setting the scene: It's Wednesday night, my last day of temp work at IPG and the

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[givemethegun]

It's fucked. I hope that bastard rides it off a cliff.

[morganaus]

Well, since I just talked with you for a long time, I have nothing else to say.

Except I really fucking miss you, too.

[givemethegun]

It doesn't bother you that I'm messing with your likeness in Wii form? Because you can't stop me...

[stephen_c]

I was thinking about you and Wade last night, because one of Kate's friends is getting married in July and also wants a bound book to give to her husband-to-be, and I was looking at the portfolio pictures I sent to her as an example. I really loved doing that for you two.

I'm also really sorry to hear about your bike. That happened to me a couple of years ago and was just sick about it as I loved mine, too. I hope when you can get a replacement you find one you can love just as much.

[givemethegun]

The book you made us is one of my very favourite things, Stephen.

And yeah, it's horrid. We're going to get 'new' ones (ie: second hand ones), but I'm kinda gunshy now.

[invader_kitty]

Well that sucks fucking bollocks. Bring back the idea of sending thieves to remote islands to fend for themselves!

[givemethegun]

Agreed, and the island must have dinosaurs.

[lillim]

What utter bastards!
It's OK, I'm talking to the universe right now, and it's going to arrange a nasty little 'seat fall off, bottom impaled' accident for the filthy bike thieves.

[givemethegun]

I was thinking that too, funnily enough. Nothing says revenge quite like anal impalement on my sweet arse ride.