Date: 2004-08-06 09:16 pm (UTC)
"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*
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

keelywolfe: (Default)
keelywolfe

December 2018

S M T W T F S
      1
2 345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 11th, 2025 03:17 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios