Day Four--

[makesppldead]

Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot

-- Swords! Anything sharp will due, but mostly swords.

-- Guns! And Explosives! Or, explosions. Big, bright, chaotic explosions.

-- Chimichangas. We need a Tex Mex like a bulimic needs a tooth brush.

-- How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie pop?

-- Why do they make us wait so long

Comments

[icecoldwit]

You're lucky you haven't blinded yourself with 'shiny' things you know.

You, Wade, have such strange taste.

Shush, I told you

[makesppldead]

I am! Or maybe just that good at avoiding getting close enough to said shiny things for them to affect my eyes.

Do we really want to point the strange taste finger now?

Sorry sorry...not really, but sorry. I'm just so excited. And I can't hide it.

[icecoldwit]

I hardly believe that. You probably get as close as you can without suffering singed eyebrows.

I'm allowed to have strange tastes, dear. I'm rich. It's called an eccentricity.

Yes well, go maim a village or something. Or I'll take a leaf out of Stryker's imagination and sew your lips up. or find something else for your mouth to do

[makesppldead]

Tomato, Tomahto-- potatoe potatoe.

What makes you think I'm not rich?

Ouch. Why the jump to violence? You know I'm such a good listener ORLY?