Pancakes.

[xp_tarot]

I am attempting to make the best of this. I have pancakes. A lot of them. So far, peanut butter and chocolate chip, and pina colada. Where did we get fresh pineapple and coconut? I have not an idea, but they are good pancakes. Unusual, but good.

Garrison, I am afraid I have to cancel on our date. Call me and I can explain in a little more detail then I can here or via Amanda's post?

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[x-scarletwitch.livejournal.com]

I will be there.

However, if anyone shows up with bells on, they will answer to me.

[xp_daytripper]

*pouts* What about Santa hats? With bells attached?

[x-scarletwitch.livejournal.com]

No. Bells.

Unless you'd like to see how fast a bell can catch on fire, seemingly for no reason what so ever.

However, quiet Santa hats are perfectly fine.

[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

I would be a lot happier if I could say this is the first time I've been blown off due to a mutant unleashing a deadly plague as revenge.

I'm in the field office today. How about I drop by, and you can give me the deal through the glass or something. I'll bring food.

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

Mm hmm...something tells me you hear that excuse along with "I need to wash my hair", "My grandmother fell ill" and "I had to move to Alaska to commune with nature" fairly regularly.

[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry? Are you working off your last 'date's script now?

Wait, wait. That was unfair. I apologize. Because I actually remember your last attempt at a pick-up.

MARIE: Hi y-all! Gosh-to-Betsy, ah's just a young woman from Paducah county in 'bama, and ah'm up hereh in Canadah ta find myself. Even though ya not related to me, ah find you attractive. Would ya like ta see me in mah top that don't fit at all.

POOR BASTARD: Um, are you on any medication right now?

MARIE: Ah sure do like them french-fried po-taters, mmhmm. Have ah pushed my chest at yah in the last five seconds? Hey ya go!

POOR BASTARD: Is there a doctor who's supposed to be watching you, or something? Maybe a straightjacket?

MARIE: Lord a-goshin'! Ah need me some Bud, a bowl of grits and a NASCAR hat for mah pig, Beullah. If y'all take mah home, ken I call yah 'Daddy'? Ken we take Beullah too! And the 76' Dallas Cowboys so they ken run the train? Did ah mention my tits again?

POOR BASTARD: Nice talking to you. *flees*

That was about how it went, right? I don't have the videotape here to check.

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

Aw, your just sore 'cuz I kicked your butt last night. And it's never nice make fun of Beullah...she has very thin skin for a pig and her feelings get hurt.

[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

One day, she shall be back bacon.

And if it's my butt you think you kicked, we have determined the true cause of your dating woes.

[x-traction.livejournal.com]

I was trying to be nice since we are having this discussion in your lovely lady's journal...didn't think you'd want her learning about how I rearranged your anatomy.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

And here I have been mistaken all this time and thought that Garrison's posterior was where his head should be, not where his, ah.. petits choux were.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Gosh-to-Betsy, you'd be totally right except for the part where you're totally wrong. Seeing as I know first-hand that she's dated since she got back to the States...