#wolverinemean

[musings-old-main]

wolverinemean replied to your post:Kveztion: How doez vone frolic in a mazculine...

"Y’don’t."

*frowny Medic face*

[scottishafro]

wolverinemean replied to your post:Are ye all ignorin’ me or wot? Was it ‘cause Ah...

"Try bathin’ once in a blue moon. Maybe y’all’ll get more bites, boy."

Oh har har, ye old coot, Ah--

-raises his arm to gesticulate, pauses-

......Oh.

[profoundduplicity]

"Doc, y'all shouldn't waste your breath on racists. Them's perfectly good organs y'all could be harvestin' instead. Ain't like they're goin' to no good use where they are."

"Yes, of course." He sighs, rubbing his brow. "You have a very good point. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if their organs are as rotten as the rest of them." 

[rp-sonofsam]

 After glaring at him silently for a moment, Ed decided he didn’t exactly hate Sam as much as he hated most everyone.

I am laughing at this harder than I should. ADASJDOAS )

[musings-old-main]

After forgetting to drop the dog off that morning, Ed finally brought the pooch over. Rather than sticking around to chat with him, he pounded on the Medic's door heavily and tied the dog's leash to the door handle.

"VAZ?!" By the time, Boid got to the door, the hallway was empty except for the newest addition to the Boid family. "Hündchen!" He caught himself before embracing the dog in a hug and quietly untied it before leading it into his room.

[musings-old-main]

wolverinemean replied to your post:Hey Boid! With so many people tying the knot, why don't you and Kimmy get married?

"No."

[musings-old-main]

"Hey crackpot. Y'all like animals, right?"

Zhe polite term iz 'Eccentric'. Und yez. Vhy?

[doovalacky]

When he'd arrived at the base, Jonah had noticed the stables along the way over. It was a comforting notion, to see those few equine shuffling about, doing their thing. Growing up, he had often ridden and cared for horses, as they were essential to much of the work they did sheep herding, and though not all memories of his childhood were good, he'd gotten some good thoughts from remembering the soothing rituals of horse care. So when he'd gotten the chance, and remembered the existence of the place, he'd headed over. All he did at first was stand by the fence, watching a familiar breed with a keen eye until it wandered over to him. He'd brought carrots, and offered one through the fence for the animal, which it sniffed before mouthing at and gently removing from his grasp. Giggling, Jonah gently pat the gypsy's muzzle, stroking its broad cheek with his long fingers and making horse noises at it.