*headdesk*

[mrsronweasley]

Christ, it's a slow day. And I mean, slow. I mean, I've been done with my morning stuff since nearly an hour ago.

Talk to me, people, if you have any pity on me whatsoever. Feel free to tell me stories, or jokes, or hell, give me a prompt, and I'll probably write you something quick. I just...fucking hell. I'm not really complaining - since last time I complained of boredom, I got five months of sheer hell afterwards - but fuck. Is it a slow day.

I plead with you. Play with me?

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[wild-boys.livejournal.com]

They stopped. There was a lot of, 'don't threaten me!' 'so, you're allowed to threaten me but I'm not allowed to threaten you?' posturing. The Godfather of the second floor who is like five feet high and gives this pure evil stare, and this big giant gangling guy from the third floor that was standing two steps below him on the staircase but still towered over his head. I wish I knew why. Those crazy investment bankers. Didn't they take their pills this morning?

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

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Oh, man. At least it made your day more interesting! That's a wonderful image. I'm enjoying it right now. Too. FUNNY.