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[verbicide]

I really want an ice cream sundae. You know, with the two scoops, whipped cream, nuts, chocolate syrup. Even a maraschino cherry on top, though I wouldn't eat that because ew.

(Watching Veronica Mars, "It's Dessert for Dinner night")

But, no. Can't have. Mowr.

Comments

[archaica.livejournal.com]

Gah! Damn you, woman! Dairy Queen is closed for the season, and you bring up ice cream??

Clearly you are a devil-temptress!

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

I really, really, really want a sundae. Why should I suffer alone? :)

[archaica.livejournal.com]

Oh, that is *evil*. But it's the kind of evil I respect.

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

*bows*

[archaica.livejournal.com]

Of course, you will awaken tomorrow to find all the ice cream in Washington State eradicated by a deadly gluten virus. My revenge is complete! *bows*

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

Nooooo.

Not that it would matter. I can't eat any anyway. *pout*

[archaica.livejournal.com]

Complaints on top of complaints! You are a torrent of misery and woe!

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

I'm sick!! *whine*

[archaica.livejournal.com]

Make Hobbes go fetch you a bevy of Tahitian men to pamper you!

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

Dude. If only!

[archaica.livejournal.com]

Yeah, tell me about it. In my dreams, my bedroom is like a Gaugain painting.

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

I can only imagine *grin*