Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 9, 2007 10:17:11 GMT -5
"Damn it! Why is it always *my* stuff that gets trashed? What did *I* do?"
Melody watches the match fizzle out in the mostly-slushy mix, then Lachryma's flounce up the stairs.
"You know somebody else coulda drank those if you didn't like 'em ..."
Melody picks up the battered blender pitcher, sighs, and brains the injured deader with it.
*CLANG*
"What did you say to her this time, Leon?"
Melody watches the match fizzle out in the mostly-slushy mix, then Lachryma's flounce up the stairs.
"You know somebody else coulda drank those if you didn't like 'em ..."
Melody picks up the battered blender pitcher, sighs, and brains the injured deader with it.
*CLANG*
"What did you say to her this time, Leon?"
