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Pickles ([info]dingdongdoodily) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-03-06 23:24:00

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Entry tags:god, nonobits switcheroo, pickles

Who: God and Pickles
Where: First his apartment, then LA
Why: It's Pizzatime!
When: Tonight!
Warnings: Lots of swearing and crazy.

Pickles was getting ready directly after logging off, expertly applying makeup. Of course he knew how to put on makeup, after all, he was an 80s rock star! And oddly enough, it looked good on him as a chick. He had already thrown on a tight tank top and a pair of pants that looked pretty decent on him, if not a little slack, but he didn't seem to care. He - rather she wasn't at call to impress. God knew what slummin' it was to him, and this certainly wasn't it.

Tony had been out of the house, but gave Pickles about a hundred bucks in spending cash. Not that he knew what he was going to do with the money until he ran into God on the board, but the plan was to spend every dime. Because even if Pickles knew the guys who made the pizza, it didn't mean they'd know him back anymore and it was entirely doubtful he'd be getting the discount.



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[info]dingdongdoodily
2008-03-07 06:46 am UTC (link)
"Dude, slow down time or somethin' so I can finish my eyeshadow!" Pickles said, still sauntering out to the door to let God in, despite his bitching. "Oh hey. God. Sup." He said with a chuckle, reaching up on tiptoes to ruffle God's hair. "Short hair is effin' short. C'mon in, I'll be right out, almost done." He bounded back into the bathroom.
Amusingly enough, the two hour primping routine wasn't just a new thing. He'd been doing this for a couple years now.

"I'll make it quick, promise!"

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