Nah,
everyone's been coming to me anyway so I'm just organizing the shit.
She didn't realize the band might even need paying........and she has no job....so guess who's got that one covered.
She also asked a local chef to do the cooking of the foods......chef wants paying......FUCK!
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 22:31, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

*headdesks*
So much stress, you poor thing :(
( Maladicta, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 22:33, Reply)

She deliberately didn't tell me about the party
until people needed paying, and food needed to be organized. She just sent out invites (to all of his friends except me)and now expects me to run the show she will take credit for.....grrr!
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 22:35, Reply)

*readies the trout of sense*
Let me at her!
( Maladicta, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 22:51, Reply)

Hey!
That's my trout! Give it back.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 22:54, Reply)

Iz nao mai trout.
You want it, you've got to catch me *legs it*
( Maladicta, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 22:54, Reply)

That is easy.
*takes a seat, twirling a ruler*
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 22:58, Reply)

*screeches to a Hanna-Barberaesque halt*
Terribly sorry, sir. Please accept this offer of compensation. And the trout. Smells a bit though.
( Maladicta, Sat 27 Jun 2009, 23:00, Reply)

Right, now that I'm prettied up
I'm off to the bank to get cash for the chef and the band, then to the store for appetizers. I hope to fuck we pull this off!
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 0:16, Reply)