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capeandcowl2012-08-08 05:05 pm
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IT'S A SPECIAL DAY | VOICE
[This starts out with a quickly strung together snarling and hissing in a deep tone.]
Motherfuckin' blasphemers, gathering up in one place. Spreading their wicked heresies. Don't matter if my shit was right or wrong they're still all motherfuckin' idolatmakers.
[Just a slight pause before he adds:]
Any of you motherfuckers can get to burning a shit place up at Cave-in-Rock, Illinois?
Motherfuckin' blasphemers, gathering up in one place. Spreading their wicked heresies. Don't matter if my shit was right or wrong they're still all motherfuckin' idolatmakers.
[Just a slight pause before he adds:]
Any of you motherfuckers can get to burning a shit place up at Cave-in-Rock, Illinois?
private.
private.
private.
I'm not flirting with him. Look at it this way, bro: if he were a chick, I'd stare at his boobs. It doesn't mean I want to date him or whatever, it means he has boobs and I need to look at them as per the Rules of Dudehood. Another of the Rules of Dudehood is to be a dick to your friends. I'm like, totally breaking a cultural barrier here. I'm extending the olive branch of friendship towards him and he's grabbing it with a knife. It's not my fault if he's totally misunderstanding my platonic dickishness.