Re: Sasha J/Steph M
I was hoping for some tomb raiding stories, but I guess charity work makes more sense. [Smirk.]
I moved into the wrong place. Tell me they don't make fresh waffle cones. That smell is enough to put an inch or two on the hips. [...] When have you ever known me to say something because I had to? Wait. Don't answer that. When have I ever done that to you? [...] Shots are happening. I hope you're ready to be drank under the table.
[Sigh. Eyeroll.] Which trouble? The trouble where no one cared that meth heads broke into my house to steal stuff and basically tried to shank me before I destroyed their faces and had to pick up rotten teeth when I was done? Or the trouble that everyone seems to be all up in arms about where someone fixed my door?