|Gar Logan (lewdgreendude) wrote in undertherainbow,|
@ 2008-11-02 23:21:00
|Entry tags:||alexia winters, gar logan, glinda upland, koriand'r, rose frost|
Maybe they smell demon on me. Like when you go to someone's house and the dog starts trying to fuck you and they go, oh, they must smell your dog on you. No, they smell me on me. Fucking demons.
Well, may as well keep them away from good and decent folk.
All right, I think--I think!--the demons keep attacking me because I'm very handsome. You see, this all started around the time that I put on my Halloween costume, and as Rosie-doll will recall, it was a very sexy one. No monsters while we were trick-or-treating, but the second we parted and I went home?
HUGE fuck-off demon pops up. Eats all my Butterfingers.
Literally, he stole the bag out of my hands, dug through my candy, and took the Butterfingers. And those peanut butter things in the orange and black wrappers. Who even eats those? Demons, that's who. I kicked his ass, because obviously nobody better lay a finger on my Butterfinger, but for all the good it did me.
Anyway, long story short, I hope that this ends soon. I don't want to miss candy discount days.