What? I don't beg.

[jacktellslies]

If you've never been here, this is sort of what my house is like:

Bill, while, incidentally, rolling up his sleeves: "Ugh. This is going to be sloppier than Apocalypse! ...Newel. In case You missed it, Apocalypse is the name of Jack's vagina. And her libido. That's why I said yesterday, 'I am the eternal shore! Crash upon me, and be broken!"

Newel: "Wait, what?"

Jack: "No! I mean, I wish I was recording this!"



Bill, later: "This sandwich is hot. Do you know what that means?"

Jack: "It's still like my vagina?"

Bill: "Crash upon me, and be broken!"



Talk about your mom, use the word "lesbians!" in a derogatory fashion, and knock over a bong, and it's almost like you're here. (Sorry for posting so soon after the last, but this needed to be documented.)

Comments

[randiriel.livejournal.com]

My house is mostly me yelling at inanimate things because the apartment is too quiet and I am a stressball.

Yours is far superior.

[violet-wine.livejournal.com]

Oh man, that sounds so cool. I want to live in your house!

My mom, sister and I were playing mad libs one night and it got pretty hilarious though.

Sister (who is 10): Noun
Me: BLOOD!
Sister: Stop being all dark--it's Christmas!
Mom: Blood is red.

Nowhere close to yours, but it's one of my fav moments. There was also some arguing over who got to suggest what organ for a noun.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

My house is wonderful and complicated and strange, and filled with lots of gay. My roommates are fantastic kids. I'm a fan.

*Laughs* I am a fishmonger, so I understand better than most that getting to pick the organ is terribly important.