Giving fucking thanks

[sharpestscalpel]

Yesterday was goddamn Thanksgiving. I always fucking forget about it with the whole fucking stardate thing instead of regular calendars. Goddamn fucking 'Fleet messing up a perfectly adequate method of keeping shitting track of the time of year.

Any goddamn way.

Fucking Thanksgiving.

Replicated turkey is bullshit so I don't fucking eat it. But I had a little something left over from the last away mission that I cooked up over a flame in the lab. BBQ. Nothing fucking like it even if it ain't goddamn fucking traditional.

Mama always did make us count our fucking blessings. So I guess this year I'm goddamn thankful for the following shit-sucking items:

Fucking space, man
The parathyroid glands
These shit-kicking boots what got me out of fucking trouble at that one base
The old family place back in Georgia
The amygdala
Pointy ears
The fucking ship learning a new goddamn song because the other one was getting fucking old
Lube
Hot sauce and scrambled eggs
Romulan porn
The fucking surrealists
Post-goddamn-modernism
Edith Quimby, PhD
Franz Stangl
Crepes
Maker's Mark
Jazz from the old-Earth 1920s

I could fucking go on but this kind of sappy bullshit is making me want to puke.

Comments

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

That's what I like to hear. You take as good as you dish out, we might have something.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You talk awful hard. But I don't think you've got what it takes to fucking make me take it which means you ain't as interesting as all that trouble.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

You know what? Bones thought so, too. Made it all the more fucking delicious when he figured it out. Guess we'll never know, will we?

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

We'll never know unless you fucking make me.

No one ever challenged you direct to your face, boy?

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

We'll never know because you're in another fucking universe. Boy.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Fucking excuses.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

Come over here and say that.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Might be goddamn working on it.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

As exciting as that sounds, you might want to curb that particular impulse. Unless you want to get stuck in this fucking wasteland.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Fucking pointy-eared calculator figured out how to go there on purpose, I bet his perky ass that he goddamn knows how to get back.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

Good point. Wasn't aware of that.

I should make damn sure he doesn't do so before he gets me back where I belong.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You touch him, Sparkly-britches, I'll make sure you regret it.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

What the fuck is is with you people and Spocks?

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

They're pretty fucking pretty. I'm saving him for something special.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

Now that I could bear hearing about.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I ain't about to give that over so easy. That's something else you'll just have to take, I guess.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can wait. Just the anticipation is its own pleasure.

Re: Private to Sparkly-britches

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Good man.