BOSCH: How do you have fun? (What is your favourite ‘Earthly Delight’?)i mean… y'all know…. that i like videogames and i’m guessing you don’t wanna hear about that. so uh. i haven’t done it in a while but i used to collect images from magazines and make collages. frisbee is good and i literally can’t wait for it to be summer again already. and i love writing but it usually only manifests itself in roleplay forums nowadays.
GENTILESCHI: Have you ever planned an act of revenge?buddy i cling to grudges and i am always fantasizing about acts of revenge. but my favourite that i’ve actually pulled off? the grilled weed. godddd LMAO i’ve talked about it before (i know you’ve seen it) so i’m more or less gonna just copy and paste it here:a couple years ago me and a bunch of guys were all renting a house together and it was 100% a party house (parties on whatever day of the week, it’s tuesday and like 1am who are these people drinking on our stairwell? who knows?) mostly because of one specific guy that we’ll call R. so R at one point got really into pranking people, like, replacing oreo filling with toothpaste, that sort of thing. harmless, but constant. i was spared for a long time but when it was my turn i found my hair dryer filled with flour, like, after i turned it on, natch. my hair was a sticky mess and the bathroom was coated and smelled burned for hours and my hair dryer would only spark when i tried to turn it on after. i was……………… incensed.. but i let it go.. or pretended to. during a party much later on R was being hotshot in front of the other guys at the party and i forget what we were sassing each other about but he ended up brushing me off with “whatever bitch make me a sandwich” and inside i was bristling but instead i go “y’know what actually sure, what do you want” and he’s like “oh! uh. grilled cheese?” and i thumbs up and go to the kitchen (and this wasn’t unusual, i made food pretty often for the party crowd). around this time, one of our other roommates, G, had gotten really into weed baking (like, he was THE baker for the city’s football team, he was INTO it) so we had a fridge filled with mason jars of very potent weed butter. he’d recently been irritated by one of R’s pranks too so when i told him i needed to use some to get back at R, G is all >:D about it so i start cooking. i made the best damn grilled cheese i’ve ever made that day. absolutely DRIPPING with this green, deadly butter. i had to really load it up to mask the flavour and smell. ~five different kinds of cheese, a careful mix of seasonings, crisp and beautiful and dangerous as hell. when i delivered it to him he was good and tipsy then and obviously feeling pretty good that “make me a sandwich” worked on a pretty girl in front of The Guys. so he triumphantly wolfs it down and the party resumes, i play a couple rounds of beer pong but i’m waiting and i’m watching. and then, very suddenly, there it is: the disorientation, the confused disconnect, the “haha guys how much did i drink i’m feelin’ pretty.. i’m,,???.., fee l ?ing,,…” and then soon he was on the ground, flat on his back and i was standing over him, drink in hand and cackling. i am NOT your bitch. go take a nap, asshole.
