Oct 17, 2013
Useful Equation:
Two shits = One fuck, so therefore;
When you don't give two shits, you don't give a fuck.
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Useful Equation:
Two shits = One fuck, so therefore;
When you don't give two shits, you don't give a fuck.
Dulio headded out to a little bar after he sent Crow the location and after getting ready of course. He smelled and looked like the perfect man and the ladied just threw themselves at him but he kindly declined their requests as he waited for the handsome feltie.
#Fine Paint. Here's one a' a straight coup7e ya' happy? #nsfw
Don't be silly, Crowbutt, you know me better than that! The type of sex you prefer to leer at an obsess over at really has no bearing on my disdain for you whatsoever. Really!
It's all the same to me whether you're straight, gay, or anywhere in between. I find you disgusting for who you are on the inside.
(mwahahaha and a picture of Paint's recent date with surly jackass Crowbar would be fabulous too :3)
"…if you don’t take your hand off me this instant, I won’t have the stomach to eat this delicious popcorn."
Ha, what can I say? so, anything new going on with you Crow?
@7eanand7ively
Darest thou try my patience, and you'll be making my day at the end of this week. :)
Lucky 7
The night was rather still, boring dare Calmasis say. Their mood had been shot down to a rotten circumstance leaving them hissing and showing off fangs like the beautiful reptiles they adored. Having went threw the feelings of anger a deep sense of melancholy was starting to drape over their pale frame, sitting at home drinking alone was a stupid idea when surrounded by many creatures that could kill you with a simple bite. So, joining Crowbar seemed safe.
The androgynous adviser to the more terrifying crime lord, in Seattle hurried on down to the Felt manor. Their suit jacket was left at home and the velvet red bow they took a pension to wearing was gone, the creamy skin of their collarbone showing from the button down shirt they wore, opened and more relaxed then usual the pristine adviser made their way over to the manor in the estimated time. Knocking upon the door, they leaned back waiting for someone to answer as they shoved their fingers deep within the pockets of their slacks, booze and conversation was always a lively duo.
It would be nice, I'm in a sour mood and need to relax.