I still want a fucking puppy

[sharpestscalpel]

Fuck me running sideways up a goddamn mountain, Scotty's new shit hits like a fucking freight train.

It's the 23rd goddamn century - why are we still using shitting freight trains as points of goddamn comparison for hangovers?

Goddamn.



I'm going to find myself a nice hypo of something that'll make everything pretty. You ain't supposed to treat your goddamn self but it's a fucking emergency.

Comments

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

See, that's why I went with Tinker. Tinker. I like it.

There's a whole fucking list - I'm a many-goddamned-layered-lover.

You might just get the fucking chance.

[kirk-winona.livejournal.com]

I bet I can tinker with you and see how you tick.

Oh, so you're the baked good out of the two of us. Name one of your many layers.

I'm going to laugh when it doesn't work.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

We can fucking compare your mechanicals to my squishy innards? Sounds like goddamn Christmas.

Tinker, I ain't the type to put out on the first extensive comment exchange.

[kirk-winona.livejournal.com]

You are fucking sick. Mechanicals are so much better, less squishy.

I'm not either, Hot Cake.