The second round of the poker night just ended, and I'm drunk enough to finally tell you all exactly what I think of you.
Before I do that though- I am not responsible for anything I say or do beyond this point. I am way too drunk to be responsible for my words or actions. This is all Steph's fault. She poured the drinks.
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I am a tool.
You're all my friends because you're cool with that.
Dr. Chris, I don't blame you for killing me in a helicopter crash. Who knew?
Fuck you, Kyle Orton. Thanks for ruining my 2009.
Aries, I understand you're angry because we cut off your balls. I think I'd spend the rest of my life hissing at everyone if that was done to me.
Daniel, your pathwords score proves that the Dagger of Lokin will never be published. Why? I'm not sure. But I'm certain you can print me out a spread sheet that proves just that.
Gotta go pass out now. Sorry I couldn't keep this going all night long.
I'm all in.
My feet are warm because I wear socks.
Goddess bless.
-LLL
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Nice.
ReplyDeleteActually, pathwords speaks to me in codes, that's why I play it so much.
ReplyDeleteA few days ago, it told me that Dagger of Lokin was worthy. Worthy to be published. Now if we could just get past those damn associate reviewers.
You know how it works? They have a mammoth furnace in the basement and huge slush piles of unread manuscripts. They undercut Wendy's burger-flippers and pay them to shovel load after load into wheelbarrows so they can be tossed in the fire.