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ways_back_room2013-06-01 09:57 am
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W.E.: Test Drive Prompts
So I got to sleep in but the Weekend Edition still needs to happen!
Since it is app time, how about folks tag in for prompts and fill them with any pup they are thinking of app'ing or wish they could app. If that is too structured, just tag in with the pup and see if anyone wants to try out a thread.
ETA: Tag in with your approved pups for prompts as well or tag new pups. Far be it from me to exclude folks. =]
Since it is app time, how about folks tag in for prompts and fill them with any pup they are thinking of app'ing or wish they could app. If that is too structured, just tag in with the pup and see if anyone wants to try out a thread.
ETA: Tag in with your approved pups for prompts as well or tag new pups. Far be it from me to exclude folks. =]
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Tommy heaves an annoyed sigh. "Why d'you keep asking me that every goddamn year when you already know the answer?"
"Because I enjoy seeing the constipated look on your face every time," Lou replies with cheerful nonchalance. "It's like a perennial favorite."
Overhearing their conversation, Sean butts in, looking to Tommy. "So, are you going or not?"
"I don't believe this," Tommy mutters. "No, I am not."
"Why? Doesn't hurt to show a little Irish pride--"
"Listen, I don't need to watch a goddamn parade full of half-assed fake Irish douchebags making drunken assholes outta themselves in public. You wanna know what a real Irish parade is like? It happened every Sunday when I was a kid and my parents took me and all my brothers and sisters to church -- screaming, yelling, crying, cursing, and afterwards, my folks got shitfaced while we kids beat the crap outta each other. Alright? When you've got the other 364 days in the year, you don't need a saint or a holiday or a parade of idiots as an excuse to get drunk."
And with that, Tommy flicks his cigarette away and turns to go back inside.
"Whoa," says Sean, a little stunned. "That got kinda dark."
Lou shrugs. "You know what would cheer him up?"
"What?"
"One of those sequined leprechaun tophats."
"Oh my god, totally! I'm gonna go get one right now."
As Sean runs down the block to the nearest Duane Reade, Lou puffs on his cigar and shakes his head, as he predicts that said tophat will find itself shoved up Sean's ass the moment he brings it into the firehouse.