party of twelve, your table's ready.

[pop_tarts]

Do you think that the more fucked up one gets, the better your table in the special hell becomes? Like at the those fancy restaurants with the view of the huge fountain and the band - today it's mayhem, tomorrow it's incest, and the maitre'd just keeps moving you closer and closer to the best table in the house?

I sure hope so.

--

Lance frowned. "Dude, did your mom ever dyke out? Cause that could be--"

"You can't say that," Justin said, and covered his eyes. "it's not polite. And no."

"Dude, I am a card carrying member of the community. Unlike those of us who still play it straight."

Justin swiveled around. "And being such a firm believer in dick, what would you want with my mom's lesbian activities anyway?" Lance looked like he was going to actually answer for a minute. Justin held his hand up. "Nevermind, do not tell me. Joey's been a bad influence on you."

Comments

[i-amthecosmos.livejournal.com]

Hahahah, you're killing me.


And yes, we should get some sort of eternal reward for being this bad. It's only fair.

[pop-tarts.livejournal.com]

I'm hoping that dinner's on the house, and the dessert tray comes past once every ten minutes, you know?