http://papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] sixwordstories2011-10-22 01:32 pm
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[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Dude. How high are you right now.

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
...

Toaster.

[Yes, that high.]

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes I wonder what it looks like in your head.

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
It's fucking magical, dude.

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
When you get done chasing the dancing magical burritos you owe me a pair of shoes.

They were not rocket ships.

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? ... Dammit. They flew so high. I'll get 'em.

[Chances are that his shoes are on the roof top.]

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Not right now, man. No flying while under the influence. You'll just end up stuck in a tree again and I'll have to be the one to come bail you out.

So tempted to threadjack the one where Sean baked cookies and got Hank and the Prof high... May I?

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine.

I'm gonna make an everything burrito. Right now. [Muuunchiees.]

god yes please do

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait for me, man. Someone has to make sure you don't put soap in it again.

\o/

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
No wonder why it tasted really bad last time. Thought it was syrup.

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Quite literally facepalming]

How have you survived this long?

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I dunno. I'm gonna live forever, man.

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm starting to believe it

[identity profile] stimuli.livejournal.com 2011-10-23 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
You know the best method for ridding the system of chemicals? Sweat.

Running, Sean. You will be doing a lot of it. Running and screaming.

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-23 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
What? [...] Nope. Too hungover to run, Professor.

[identity profile] stimuli.livejournal.com 2011-10-23 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Not optional. Courtyard, sweatpants, 15 minutes. Please do so of your own free will lest you have regrets.

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-23 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine. [He attempts to get up, only to roll off the bed onto the floor.

He's too hungover to walk. He'd rather roll down the stairs. What a mess.]

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Dude. How high are you right now.

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
...

Toaster.

[Yes, that high.]

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes I wonder what it looks like in your head.

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
It's fucking magical, dude.

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
When you get done chasing the dancing magical burritos you owe me a pair of shoes.

They were not rocket ships.

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? ... Dammit. They flew so high. I'll get 'em.

[Chances are that his shoes are on the roof top.]

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Not right now, man. No flying while under the influence. You'll just end up stuck in a tree again and I'll have to be the one to come bail you out.

So tempted to threadjack the one where Sean baked cookies and got Hank and the Prof high... May I?

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine.

I'm gonna make an everything burrito. Right now. [Muuunchiees.]

god yes please do

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait for me, man. Someone has to make sure you don't put soap in it again.

\o/

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
No wonder why it tasted really bad last time. Thought it was syrup.

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Quite literally facepalming]

How have you survived this long?

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I dunno. I'm gonna live forever, man.

[identity profile] wreakhavokupon.livejournal.com 2011-10-22 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm starting to believe it

[identity profile] stimuli.livejournal.com 2011-10-23 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
You know the best method for ridding the system of chemicals? Sweat.

Running, Sean. You will be doing a lot of it. Running and screaming.

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-23 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
What? [...] Nope. Too hungover to run, Professor.

[identity profile] stimuli.livejournal.com 2011-10-23 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Not optional. Courtyard, sweatpants, 15 minutes. Please do so of your own free will lest you have regrets.

[identity profile] papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com 2011-10-23 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine. [He attempts to get up, only to roll off the bed onto the floor.

He's too hungover to walk. He'd rather roll down the stairs. What a mess.]
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