Because Pixie Girl said I had to

[marcusisaspaz]

Bossy little wench. She says she's gonna try to make me eat pigeon.

Comment to this post, and...

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what

Comments

[verbal_vomit_1]

Do me and I'll go get you something to drink.

[marcusisaspaz]

1.Your snore is kinda cute. It's tiny like you are.

2. I should challenge you to eat something at least as rude as a possibly-pigeon taco. Isn't there a restaurant in your neck of the woods that deep-fries everything under the sun? We'll go there and get you the weirdest thing they have on their menu.

3. I was gonna say red, like all those Skittles you ate, but instead I'll go with the gray of your favorite hoodie.

4. You're smart, straight up and take no prisoners.

5. Well of course I remember walking into my uncle's apartment and finding this itty bitty blond girl all teary-eyed and pissed off at my cousin. At least these days you're not usually teary-eyed.

6. You remind me of one of our last litter of barn cats, this nimble little thing with big eyes that's always getting into things.

7. Is there any kind of well-earned retribution I can help you give those dumbass stepbrothers of yours?

8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours. Well, you already did ...

[verbal_vomit_1]

I don't snore. Do I? I'm sorry.

Maybe they'll deep fat fry some fat. I'd eat that, no joke. I ate a deep fried Coke once. Basically they pour the coke into sweet pancake batter type stuff like for making funnel cakes? And then they deep fry that and roll it in powdered sugar.

Taste the rainbow, frand. I almost did. NOM.

I will have to get back to you on the revenge makings, possibly on Tuesday. We shall see.

[marcusisaspaz]

Eh, it barely qualifies as a snore, more like a newborn baby kitten snore. No way is it loud enough to keep me awake.

[liam_did_it]

You and the Titless Wonder are boring. Why are you playing on the internet instead of...oh I don't know, enjoying the rainy NYC weather?

Hit me, I'm bored.

And after we do this, I propose a game of Chuck-ball.

[marcusisaspaz]

We can only play Chuck-ball if we can come up with a variation that doesn't risk giving the ball a concussion.

1. One of Riverford's rah-rah girls asked me how you were doing and if you'd be visiting any time soon.

2. I challenge you ... to knit a pair of socks that actually match.

3. What else? PINK.

4. You're my cousin, but really you're more like my brother.

5. I actually do remember my Mam rocking us, one on either hip, and singing to us.

6. I don't know, Marc ... maybe something like this.

7. Do you think there are more advantages or disadvantages to having a famous father?

8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.

[liam_did_it]

You were on the football team, catch the freaking ball.

Which cheerleader? This determines entirely the tone and content of the message you can relay back to her.

Fiiiiiiiine. But I'm not doing it this week.

LLAMA?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?! You are a crackhead. I hope you choke on your pigeon taco.

Yeah, yeah... going to go post it. After I make Chuck bring me a coke.

[marcusisaspaz]

Rina Ashmuller. You remember her, the leggy one with the wavy light brown hair?

Dude, llamas are tall, graceful, a little goofy sometimes and have big dark eyes. Would you rather I went with one of these?

[ambria_hanover]

Hello random internet stranger! I am your potential future stalker. No, kidding, kidding.

My cousin Val knows your cousin Marcus, so it's only semi-creepy in that your cousin is apparently pimping you out on the internet and my cousin thought I should reply to the pimpage.

So hey ;)