(Untitled)

[littlebitbad]

So, I'm in hospital. HOW MUCH DOES THAT SUCK? A lot, okay. With Thomas! We killed Jason Voorhies, a lot. But he got us back, the son of a bitch.

It's okay, we'll be fine!

'Tis but a flesh wound, baby.

No partying for me for a while, I think. Sadface.

I hurt EVERYWHERE, man.

GREG IT'S OKAY I'M NOT DEAD.

Comments

[death_by_snark]

Jason Voorhies wants to party all the time!

I don't remember getting macheted at quite this much when Von came. Maybe we should've brought him as a charm.

But we rock so much.

[littlebitbad]

It is Von's fault for not coming with us.

We rock SO HARD. We are the coolest EVER.

All the nurses think we're on crack, you realise.

[death_by_snark]

It's allll Von's fault.

We /are/.

They can get hit in the face with my jello spitballs.

[lilibet_james]

Lil slips into Dawnie's room and tapes an envelope to the center of the mirror. Inside is an invitation.

[couldvbeenmensa]

Hey! Don't be in the hospital!

[littlebitbad]

It's not like I did it on purpose well, not exactly anyway!

[couldvbeenmensa]

See, you can't lie to me. *grins* You had a fantastic time getting there.

[lion_passant]

Now see, this ruins my plans to send you to Elm Street for your birthday. Princess? Can't I ever do cool things for you?

Hmmm, maybe a three hour cruise then.

[lilibet_james]

*eyes you*

Thank the gods you're not planning my honeymoon.

[sandersrocksit]

DAWNIE THIS IS MY WOOBIE FACE