Here we go again: This time, my fellow scribe Sean Ferrell (author of the disturbingly good Numb) submits a question clearly designed to provoke an alcoholic rage:
Now, if you’ll excuse me JEFF ANGRY JEFF GO SMASH.
Here we go again: This time, my fellow scribe Sean Ferrell (author of the disturbingly good Numb) submits a question clearly designed to provoke an alcoholic rage:
Now, if you’ll excuse me JEFF ANGRY JEFF GO SMASH.
You are a handsome man.
And when I say “handsome” I mean “incredibly sexy” and when I say “you” I mean “me.”
In other words: Me are a incredibly sexy man.
And when I say “man” I mean…
HAHAHAHAHAHA! My son came downstairs to find out why I was howling with laughter.
Ah, the banter…. Very entertaining.
Sean: You grammar level, as always, astonishes me. I am astonished. Or perhaps that is the flushed feeling I get when standing next to you after you’ve taken your shirt off, which so often happens at the literary events we attend … in taverns.
Patty: Glad you liked it! It’s all Sean’s fault. He keeps provoking me.
Best closing line ever.
Beth: I may have stolen that from someone. not sure.
For five bucks, or a bottle of whiskey, I’ll even make sure the book in the tattoo is prominently displayed. Presto, you have a walking billboard.
Speaking of alcohol fueled rage, where’d you develop the tolerance for that much liquor?
Pantslessness aside…
(Out of curiosity, did the Adrian you know get pelted with Rocky phrases day-in and day-out?)
Honestly at the end of the day you’re both still authors who vicariously live through their works. I on the other hand have a superman cape from six flags. I like to wear it to church fly around the room during prayer.
Adrian: One, drinking is like exercise. You gotta work the muscles. You don’t get to my level overnight. It takes dedication and discipline, adult diapers and a tolerance for humiliation.
No, the Adrian I knew had siblings who took a lot of the kiddie abuse off of her, as I recall. It’s always good to have weird siblings to block for you in childhood.
Smedley: Um … can I borrow that cape?