…I’m sorry, but as you can see I’m in a… difficult situation.
Any help is more than welcome.
[ pffft… trustworthy… Gareth is a little sneaky motherfucker X°D ]
…I wonder how I would look like with a moustache and a sombrero.
Ok… I calmed down a bit.
..what to do now….?
Let’s state that
a. I can’t afford a 50.000 pounds car;
b. It can’t be just fixed;
c. He could easily get a new one;
d. Even if I managed to buy another one he’d notice it’s a new one and will get mad anyway;
e. I don’t want any bloody money from faceless maniacs.
a. Tell him the truth and get killed;
b. Try to lie, wait until he finds out the truth and get killed slowly and painfully;
c. Escape to Mexico and change my name into “Pablo Mendoza”.
..please, stop pointing out obvious stuff….
( ok dears, I’m having a ton of fun, but it’s 2.30 am here and it’s time for me to go to bed ;w;
goodnight <3 )
Yes darling, they’re more than anons, they’re faceless maniacs.
..listen, I know I called you a monkey, but I’m sorry, ok?
I’ve been stupid and childish and…
..and please, lend me some money, ok?
First of all… “we” who?
DO YOU THINK IT LOOKS LIKE IT CAN BE FIXED?!
A giant wad of cash?! Who do you think I am?!
I DON’T HAVE A DIME!!!
….I could hide somewhere for about… let’s say…. six centuries or so.
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON’T ALREADY KNOW!!!
I don’t know what the hell could I do!
I can’t buy him a new car! ….and beside that, knowing him, the point isn’t having a new one, the point is that I destroyed his car!
Oh God he’s going to kill me.
Oh God I can’t endure physical pain.
….I wasn’t drunk! That car was too fast and there are bloody snow and ice everywhere here!!!
I have a Mini Cooper at home.
…and yes, I know Roddy owns a badass car. He left me the keys, too. I have to admit I’d love to try it.
…he is so JEALOUS of his car. Well, he is jealous of everything he owns and he’d kill me if he’d find even a small scratch on his beloved BMW.
…just one ride to the pub won’t hurt anybody, I guess. And I bet ladies are going to love that car.
I’M SO DEAD.
Yes, I like women, too… but there are pro and cons.
Women generally take a better care of their body. Their skin is smoother, their hair is cleaner and softer and… well, as said, usually they’re pleasanter then men. And, in bed, they almost always take for granted you’re going to top… no surprises.
But they’re also more fragile than men. This means that I can’t play as rough as I’d like to. Also, they tend to scold you if you smoke or drink too much, they don’t enjoy gambling, and they expect to be pampered and spoiled. I AM THE ONE who has to be spoiled.
Men are way more direct. You can quickly tell if they’re interested in you or not, and it’s easier to find a man who can enjoy a one-night-stand than a woman (most women expect you to LOVE them just because they had sex with you.. and nope, it doesn’t work that way).
Also with a man you can have both a lover and a friend… everything is fun and there’s nothing deeper than that.
And I like to feel… “protected”. I’m not a “huge hunk of a guy” and knowing I’m walking around with somebody who can physically take care of an emergency is always fine. With a woman that’s impossible. Yes, yes, I know there are plenty of strong women out there, but they’re not the kind of ladies I’d hang out with.
As said…pro and cons.
..you mean beside the fact that everything here is free, for me?
Well… most of the stuff here is king size.
I especially love the king size couch…
..and the king size bed.
…and the king size bathtub, shower, the private garden… I love this place. Roderich loves to live large and I like this attitude <3