He tells me that they've got a dress code.

Thanks to some helpful advice, I'm able to give a dream report that doesn't involve everybody being killed one by one around me.

I had to make some fish for God. I was making a nice garlic aoli to go with it. The house was very dark--thick curtains on the windows.
And then I was organizing an open mike event for the kids. But Nas and I were beefing so I wouldn't let him play. Plus, one of the electrical cords was dangerously frayed.
And then I was back in the house. There was a tremendous glow outside one of the windows as God (played by l2g's mom) apparated and then walked through the window. She said she didn't need a garlic sauce, as she was going walking later. I think she had a date.

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With all this Olympics nonsense, the Chinese government has been very busy. There are banners to make, dissidents to harass... so it's understandable when they don't notice until the day before he's supposed to arrive in China that speed skater Joey Cheek is a member of Team Darfur and therefore needed to have his Visa revoked. I mean, they're so busy, they didn't even have the time to let him know why he couldn't come.

It's hard out here for a pimp.

Posted under "That shit ain't right"

I blame RoseNeko.
Perfectly work safe. And disturbing.