"I can't get no, no, no, no, sat-is—fucking Jesus hell!" A wooden spoon went flying through the air and by some miracle, landed in the sink. Doyle had a hand pressed against his chest as he staggered over to the stereo and turned it down. "Christ, could you knock or something?"
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! Oh god... I laughed so hard at that. Yer a nut! :)
Hee! This comes from my personal experiences of being so high strung that my husband loudly announces himself whenever he gets home for fear he'll scare me half to death. *G*
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Date: 2004-08-06 09:16 pm (UTC)BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! Oh god... I laughed so hard at that. Yer a nut! :)
Hee! This comes from my personal experiences of being so high strung that my husband loudly announces himself whenever he gets home for fear he'll scare me half to death. *G*