40.-Post Little Miss Parker Blues.

[yourunichase]

Yes I remember my fucking name.

No you cannot fucking call me Angel.

Denise, I want a fucking drink and I want it now. Paddy, Malcolm, anyone else fucking want one too?

[Private to Five.]

[Something was here, but now it's not.]

[Private to Ned.]

[Something was here, but now it's not.]

Comments

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Fuck yes, I do.

voice

[gotgirlballs.livejournal.com]

Fine, I'll let ya in. If your ulcer starts up again, though, I'm gonna say "I told you so" before I fix it.

By the way: seeking assassinations at the age of like 10 is a really screwed-up way to be.

[Anon spam xD]

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

[Is puzzled by the notification of a private message with no content at all to it. Nevertheless, he occasionally gets a good shot at intuition, and when Miss Parker returns from her bout at the pub, she'll find a paper stethescope hung over the handle of her door.]

[Private]

[easy-aspie.livejournal.com]

... Hi.

[darknessb4me]

So when did you pick up your charming vocabulary?

[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

Why would I call a fucking obvious devil an angel?