RE: THE SANTA MONICA MAFIA
May. 5th, 2008 09:12 am[By order of
zen_kitty]
Dear
loissanborn,
I thought you should know that the mafia wants you to consider a new line of work ASAP. I can’t say I blame them. When I quoted Santa Monica’s hotel rates to you over the phone, I didn’t think you’d actually turn up at the pier in in your camping car. If I’d known, I’d have warned you that you can’t ignore local open-container laws and public-thong ordinances – not in this town.
Now they want ME to explain what you meant by announcements like, “My avocado plant speaks Mongolic!” And while the consiglieres technically agree that “Extreme Home Makeover” sucks, they won’t be lining up to kiss your ring for blabbing it all over L.A. County – especially not with the blood-sample results pending.
It’s nothing personal, you understand. And if it’s any consolation, I never will forget that night we spent under the pier rubbing cocoa butter all over each other and dreaming up ways to invent time travel and ruin the second world war for everyone.
Go burn a mall,
This is
def_fr0g_42
INSTRUCTIONS
Address this to the person who last commented in your journal.
Took me a few minutes to figure this one out, for my mind is feeble and my eyes are tired, etc. But it’s more fun than those “Which Member Of Fall Out Boy Are You Totally Going To Marry?” so-called “quizzes”.
Pier pressure,
This is dF
Dear
I thought you should know that the mafia wants you to consider a new line of work ASAP. I can’t say I blame them. When I quoted Santa Monica’s hotel rates to you over the phone, I didn’t think you’d actually turn up at the pier in in your camping car. If I’d known, I’d have warned you that you can’t ignore local open-container laws and public-thong ordinances – not in this town.
Now they want ME to explain what you meant by announcements like, “My avocado plant speaks Mongolic!” And while the consiglieres technically agree that “Extreme Home Makeover” sucks, they won’t be lining up to kiss your ring for blabbing it all over L.A. County – especially not with the blood-sample results pending.
It’s nothing personal, you understand. And if it’s any consolation, I never will forget that night we spent under the pier rubbing cocoa butter all over each other and dreaming up ways to invent time travel and ruin the second world war for everyone.
Go burn a mall,
This is
INSTRUCTIONS
Address this to the person who last commented in your journal.
Took me a few minutes to figure this one out, for my mind is feeble and my eyes are tired, etc. But it’s more fun than those “Which Member Of Fall Out Boy Are You Totally Going To Marry?” so-called “quizzes”.
Pier pressure,
This is dF
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