Nero said:

lol, I'll bite.....yes.

Nero said:

That's beautiful.

I picture you sitting in the long grass of a large field somewhere, the impossibly large historical fiction novel in hand, humming a ColdPlay tune and giggling contentedly to yourself. Humming and giggling, while I kick off my shoes and spread a blanket on the ground for us to have a picnic. I sit there and listen to you, humming and giggling. I'm not doing anything other than this as I am an otiose fool, but an otiose fool who is your friend.

jerseykrs said:

I see you, dressed in a suit, with sunglasses on your head, your unibrow protruding over them. I see me in my much loved "Buddha is my Homeboy" shirt and a pair of jeans.

You're seated in the passenger seat of a long, black cadillac, and I'm driving. Our windows are tinted. We occasionally hear faint screams over the sound of The Bravery or Dandy Warhols which we have playing for our road trip. You're very snazzy, ChrisTOPHER. Despite the ghastly deeds we are preparing to perform, you and I are quite giddy. We're on the last stretch of Russell Cave Road, and I'm finally to the three-way stop, turning right to Cynthiana. A smile goes across our faces.

Less than ten minutes later, we are on the porch of a quaint white house on top of a large hill. You knock, loudly. The door is opened, for Face Riddell sees me. Over your shoulder, your own ex. He opens the door, and I kick him in the balls immediately....

I push him out of the way, and we enter... We close the door behind ourselves, and bolt it....

Nero said:

this demands detail.....


"Despite the ghastly deeds we are preparing to perform, you and I are quite giddy"

They are far from ghastly love, far from it.

Fauxie said:

And after you have spread our blanket of friendship, I reach into the picnic basket I have prepared for us, and pull out a few sandwiches. I wasn't sure what sort of sandwich you liked, so I included one with cheese, one with turkey, and one with ham in case you are a meat eater. But, I also packed you one identical to mine, with lettuce, tomatoes, onions, olives, green peppers, pepper jack cheese, and a bit of oil and vinegar.

I pull out a bottle of merlot, and two wine glasses.

jerseykrs said:

We have both your ex and mine, bound with ropes, tightly and gag-balls in there mouths, sitting much in the way you would envision the remains of an Incan buried for centuries. They're watching us intently from Noel's white, art deco couch. I am smiling my foolishly large grin, and you are pacing back and forth, weilding a knife. You have your usual insane look in your eyes, but I can tell you're enjoying this as much as I am.

I'm currently seated in Face's black, art deco chair, across from them. I've taken off my shoes to enjoy the feel of his black rug he's put down over his pretty hard-wood floors. I look at Face, and I giggle just a bit....

That rug is soon to be drenched. It's called penance. The sins of the wicked must be redeemed.





This excites me more than porn.

jerseykrs said:

We decide to go the route of what I recently read in a book called "The Death of a Thousand." To elaborate, the death of a thousand can be anything, for surely if a thousand times something is applied to it, be it a warm carress, or a kick to the head, it will kill.

However, I've prepared many slips of paper with various body parts written on it. And I have brought a basket.... you're weilding your knife... I have included several vital parts, parts which if drawn will instantly kill our most beloved and most hated, but I've colored them differently from the others, and so I will be sure not to draw those options for a long time yet.
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Have a good evening my new friend. I will now bid you adieu.

Adieu.

Fauxie said:

Adieu, indeed.

Fauxie said:

I noticed her brilliance longgggg ago.