Epinephrine & Sophistry
R. Scott Shanks, Jr.
All right, libby, you owe me.
Note that I never said the lapdance would be from me. However, since I absolutely adore you and you’re going to be here in a matter of days, I would be more than happy to give you a lapdance if your redhead promises to not to beat me up.
I would never promise that violence will not appear. However, you in particular are fairly safe. I shall have cookies prepared to honor both our meeting and my debt.
Why am I in particular fairly safe?
You entertain the redhead and myself. There is no higher calling in life.
Keep your hands off the dancer! :p
DRAT! You beat me to it!
Can I watch the lap dance? 😉
Re: Keep your hands off the dancer! :p
Can you get to Seattle? If you can, you know I’ll share with you.
I’m still waiting for an explanation.
No, likely not. Taking bait was never your strong point. Fortunately, you have other fine qualities.
said, after demonstrating wisdom and creative wit: “By the way, it makes me unreasonably happy when people use “Jesus tap dancing Christ” as an oath. Anyone who uses that phrase in an LJ entry in the next 24 hours gets a lap dance.”
No other avenue was open to me. My choices were taken from me, my will was laid waste, and I found myself, all unwanted, tapping out a journal entry.
And now you know. 🙂
I think you failed, though. Were I Littlelibby, I’d call you out for having used it without actual purpose. It’s a curse! You can’t just say it, it has to have something behind it to give it power.
Oh, Jesus tap-dancing Christ! Can’t a man exclaim without being shot down every time?
Oh, Jesus tap-dancing Christ! Can’t a man exclaim without being crucified every time?
Oh, much better.
That means Ed gets a lapdance from you?
*glum look* I suppose it does. Shit.
He doesn’t tip worth a damn.
Please schedule for when I can watch.
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