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[xp_deadpool]

Some generous benefactor had delivered to me a very large rhubarb pie. I say 'some generous benefactor' because said benefactor didn't see the need to include a card with his/her name on it so I'd know who to give the money to.

That said, I'm very disappointed in the lot of you. I offer you cold, hard cash to get me pie and wine and nobody does it. All I get's skepticism. It's like you don't believe I'd really give you the money. Which is just wrong - very wrong.

So I'm going to take my pie back into the city to share with my girlfriend. I'm sure she'll appreciate it. And maybe Douglas, since he enjoys the finer things in life.

I swear to God, though, Jubes, if you eat it all while I'm not looking, my vengeance will be swift and it will be impressive. If you're nice, though, I'll share a piece with you, too.

Comments

[xp_daytripper]

More like a twit with an obsession with pink who was just waiting to get married.

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

Amanda Sefton, I am three different shades of disappointed in you.

[xp_daytripper]

No more than I was in myself. Which is why 1959 doesn't exist.

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

Pink, really? I mean, don't get me wrong, I can rock a pink shirt, but couldn't you have picked something else?

[xp_daytripper]

There wasn't a lot of picking going on. It started as an undercover thing, then there was reality warping and lots of mocking later, since none of us actually remember what we did when we stopped being undercover and started being... whatever happened.

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose I can forgive you for that, then. But only if you have a piece of pie.

[xp_daytripper]

I think I can manage pie. :)

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

Excellent. Come, eat, drink, be merry and stuff. There's seriously a lot of pie.