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bobby-gadling.livejournal.com) wrote in
ways_back_room2004-07-26 01:30 pm
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Here's a summary of Hob's threadzillette, minus Anthy's spectacular breakdown, which Anthy-mun is summarizing...
Hob's hangin' out in a booth. Paul shows up, dripping wet and carving something into the table which turns out to say "Pual wuz here/ U only wysh U were." Hob deconstructs the significance of this. There is nose poking. Hob borrows the scout knife and adds "& HOB" to the carving. There is happiness.
Billy Tallent comes over. He and Hob snark about matters including the devil. It is funny. They start drinking, and embarrassing secrets are told. The thread is left tbc when Hob-mun dies of teh tired.
Paul makes some really bad dead puns. Steerpike comes over. Paul wants to lick him and decides his nickname will be Corpse Corpse.
And it is now a shocking and unbelievable 80-something degrees where I am, so I must to the outside world and enjoy the coolness before it vanishes utterly. XD
Hob's hangin' out in a booth. Paul shows up, dripping wet and carving something into the table which turns out to say "Pual wuz here/ U only wysh U were." Hob deconstructs the significance of this. There is nose poking. Hob borrows the scout knife and adds "& HOB" to the carving. There is happiness.
Billy Tallent comes over. He and Hob snark about matters including the devil. It is funny. They start drinking, and embarrassing secrets are told. The thread is left tbc when Hob-mun dies of teh tired.
Paul makes some really bad dead puns. Steerpike comes over. Paul wants to lick him and decides his nickname will be Corpse Corpse.
And it is now a shocking and unbelievable 80-something degrees where I am, so I must to the outside world and enjoy the coolness before it vanishes utterly. XD

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And Cordy-mun valiantly restrained herself from posting "A corpse is a corpse of course of course, and no one can talk to a corpse of course..."
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I also love the muse of grammar crying.
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In this case, the muse of Grammar gave up crying and decided to scream.
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eh. dunno. doesn't have quite the same rustic ring to it. XD
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Is the Halloween version. *nods*
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zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie VAMPIRE VAMPIRE oh here comes a stake! stake! it's a stake!
...somebody just shoot me, okay?