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Nov. 25th, 2011 07:59 pmEveryone done with this holiday?
Okay, good.
Hey, White, Orange, I got leftovers. You want them? Because next I'm opening this shit up to the general population. Thanks for getting your crap off my floor this morning.
[....]
Guess I got shit to be thankful for.
[Like not catching the gay. And...other...things. Like not getting badtouched. He knows. He checked.]
Okay, good.
Hey, White, Orange, I got leftovers. You want them? Because next I'm opening this shit up to the general population. Thanks for getting your crap off my floor this morning.
[....]
Guess I got shit to be thankful for.
[Like not catching the gay. And...other...things. Like not getting badtouched. He knows. He checked.]
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Nov. 5th, 2011 02:20 pmMr Pink was thinking about talking on the Network, but decided to write this shit instead. The day's the kind of clear and cold day that makes him think about snow, and while snow isn't too bad unless you live in one of those crappy places like Chicago or Detroit where it turns black just melts all over shit until everything's black and disgusting.
It's actually the reason that he moved to Los Angeles, because if it snows there then either the world is ending or there's going to be some fucked up traffic on the 5 (as if there isn't always fucked up traffic somewhere in Los Angeles). That, and there's good money to be made there.
He thinks about how this is getting off the point and he's okay with that. Instead he goes to call Mr. Orange and Mr. White. Maybe they'll want to go out and get a drink after this shit-ass curse is over.
And his phone battery is dead. What the fuck is up with these phones you have to charge, anyway? Do people really have to get a hold of someone so fucking fast that you have to carry your phone everywhere? Eddie had one and fat lot of good the fucking brick did him. What happened to the days of phones that plug into the fucking wall?
The Government is probably monitoring this shit, he realizes, and forgets the calling crap. They'll see the text on the Network anyway.
It's actually the reason that he moved to Los Angeles, because if it snows there then either the world is ending or there's going to be some fucked up traffic on the 5 (as if there isn't always fucked up traffic somewhere in Los Angeles). That, and there's good money to be made there.
He thinks about how this is getting off the point and he's okay with that. Instead he goes to call Mr. Orange and Mr. White. Maybe they'll want to go out and get a drink after this shit-ass curse is over.
And his phone battery is dead. What the fuck is up with these phones you have to charge, anyway? Do people really have to get a hold of someone so fucking fast that you have to carry your phone everywhere? Eddie had one and fat lot of good the fucking brick did him. What happened to the days of phones that plug into the fucking wall?
The Government is probably monitoring this shit, he realizes, and forgets the calling crap. They'll see the text on the Network anyway.
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Oct. 24th, 2011 09:01 pm[There's silence for a long time; this broadcast is coming in from a fuzzy signal anyway.
And then there's a snowy buzzing, and a flash of a sapphire necklace, and panting, and then silence again.
And then there's a high pitched scream.]
[ooc: Pink is a spooooOOOOoooOOOoooky ghost. If you want him to possess your character to steal their shit during this event, lemme know!]
And then there's a snowy buzzing, and a flash of a sapphire necklace, and panting, and then silence again.
And then there's a high pitched scream.]
[ooc: Pink is a spooooOOOOoooOOOoooky ghost. If you want him to possess your character to steal their shit during this event, lemme know!]
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Oct. 2nd, 2011 04:32 pmWho the fuck would name someone Enoch? What the hell kind of shit name is that? I mean I'm Mr. Pink and I think Enoch is a shit name I wouldn't subject a child to.
So stop fucking calling me Nucky, it's not my goddamn name!
And stop guessing, I'm not interested.
[ooc: anyyyything goes, except crew doubles and telling him the real names/professions of his crewmates!]
So stop fucking calling me Nucky, it's not my goddamn name!
And stop guessing, I'm not interested.
[ooc: anyyyything goes, except crew doubles and telling him the real names/professions of his crewmates!]
Okay, fuck this shit. Ready?
[Mr. Pink, Mr. White, and Mr. Orange are getting up and getting out of a diner after eating lunch and bitching, as usual, about tips, when this starts playing. They are powerwalking out the diner. They are super cool.]
All I'm saying is that white bitches will take almost any shit as long as you say I love you. It's like pressing some magic fucking button.
[PAUSE. Hey, is that Little Green Bag? That's an awesome song!]
[Mr. Pink, Mr. White, and Mr. Orange are getting up and getting out of a diner after eating lunch and bitching, as usual, about tips, when this starts playing. They are powerwalking out the diner. They are super cool.]
All I'm saying is that white bitches will take almost any shit as long as you say I love you. It's like pressing some magic fucking button.
[PAUSE. Hey, is that Little Green Bag? That's an awesome song!]
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Sep. 15th, 2011 07:49 pmEvery once a while, everyone's bound to have a good day. And I'm usually not a gambling man, but fuck does it feel good to win a bet.
Pay up.
[You know who you are, Orange]
Pay up.
[You know who you are, Orange]
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Aug. 22nd, 2011 08:24 pmOkay so some of you actually have good fucking taste in music. Yeah I realize it's been a few days but you know what, fuck, I have other shit to do than sit around the Network all the time.
[No he doesn't but whatever.]
Funny thing is, the last good commentary I heard about music came from a guy who was of the opinion that if there was grass on the field it was legal to play ball. He has this theory about Madonna's Like a Virgin that was pretty good. It was certainly better than the tripe about it being a touching song to blahblahblah. He said it was about a guy with a big dick. So not genius but at least it was original, you know?
In summation, point-blank: none of you are K-Billy but none of you are so shitty it made me want to puke, so good job, kids.
[No he doesn't but whatever.]
Funny thing is, the last good commentary I heard about music came from a guy who was of the opinion that if there was grass on the field it was legal to play ball. He has this theory about Madonna's Like a Virgin that was pretty good. It was certainly better than the tripe about it being a touching song to blahblahblah. He said it was about a guy with a big dick. So not genius but at least it was original, you know?
In summation, point-blank: none of you are K-Billy but none of you are so shitty it made me want to puke, so good job, kids.
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Aug. 16th, 2011 08:51 pmThese jokes suck.
This better be a fucking curse, because there's no fucking way you guys actually think this shit is funny.
This better be a fucking curse, because there's no fucking way you guys actually think this shit is funny.
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Jun. 24th, 2011 08:20 pmSo John fucking Hughes.
First you've got Sixteen Candles, which was a fucking bitch of a movie to get through because of the fact that Molly Ringwald spends most of it whining about how her fucking family forgot her birthday. Then you get on to a movie like The Breakfast Club, which is like no high school I've ever fucking been to. What's up with this Molly Ringwald chick, anyway? Is her pussy made of diamonds or something? She's a decent enough actress, sure, but then he casts her again in Pretty in Pink and we're expected to believe she isn't boning Hughes in her free time?
What happened to her, anyway?
["I think she got fat."]
Okay, so Molly Ringwald's now a cow. Anyway, John Hughes. He wants people to believe that Americana is some fucking wonderland of teenage morality or something. Even fuck, what's his name, the kid in the Breakfast Club whose dad beats him up, whatever, he's practically a fucking saint compared to the kids I grew up around.
["Maybe you just had a crappy childhood."]
Look whatever. Point is. John Hughes.
What the fuck is that guy's thing, anyway? I mean then you got Ferris Bueller and the fact that I'm pretty sure that him and his girlfriend were just the psychotic products of that Cameron kid's imagination. I mean you notice that first off, Matthew Broderick spends the whole movie breaking the fourth wall, and the whole fucking town just buys into this playing hooky shit. Anyway.
["You done?"]
Don't fucking tell me you like that Brat Pack crap.
[ooc: Conversation with a bartender.]
First you've got Sixteen Candles, which was a fucking bitch of a movie to get through because of the fact that Molly Ringwald spends most of it whining about how her fucking family forgot her birthday. Then you get on to a movie like The Breakfast Club, which is like no high school I've ever fucking been to. What's up with this Molly Ringwald chick, anyway? Is her pussy made of diamonds or something? She's a decent enough actress, sure, but then he casts her again in Pretty in Pink and we're expected to believe she isn't boning Hughes in her free time?
What happened to her, anyway?
["I think she got fat."]
Okay, so Molly Ringwald's now a cow. Anyway, John Hughes. He wants people to believe that Americana is some fucking wonderland of teenage morality or something. Even fuck, what's his name, the kid in the Breakfast Club whose dad beats him up, whatever, he's practically a fucking saint compared to the kids I grew up around.
["Maybe you just had a crappy childhood."]
Look whatever. Point is. John Hughes.
What the fuck is that guy's thing, anyway? I mean then you got Ferris Bueller and the fact that I'm pretty sure that him and his girlfriend were just the psychotic products of that Cameron kid's imagination. I mean you notice that first off, Matthew Broderick spends the whole movie breaking the fourth wall, and the whole fucking town just buys into this playing hooky shit. Anyway.
["You done?"]
Don't fucking tell me you like that Brat Pack crap.
[ooc: Conversation with a bartender.]
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Jun. 5th, 2011 10:03 pm[This is Mr. Pink, who is currently....
Pissing.
Yes.
Pissing. Against a car, because fuck, the car is his (okay its not his yet but NOW THE WORLD KNOWS that this car belongs to Mr. Pink). He then rubs his chin against the sidemirror.
Fuck off, everyone else.]
Pissing.
Yes.
Pissing. Against a car, because fuck, the car is his (okay its not his yet but NOW THE WORLD KNOWS that this car belongs to Mr. Pink). He then rubs his chin against the sidemirror.
Fuck off, everyone else.]
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May. 30th, 2011 07:50 pmYou know why you assholes are broke?
(It's not because you fucking tip so don't even fucking start with that.)
It's because you don't pay fucking attention. If you keep wasting your fucking money and don't keep a backup plan, I'm fucking sorry but you're going to get fucked. Keep your head together and keep your fucking money in check. You don't even need to be that fucking smart to handle that shit.
No loans.
Don't even fucking think about it.
(It's not because you fucking tip so don't even fucking start with that.)
It's because you don't pay fucking attention. If you keep wasting your fucking money and don't keep a backup plan, I'm fucking sorry but you're going to get fucked. Keep your head together and keep your fucking money in check. You don't even need to be that fucking smart to handle that shit.
No loans.
Don't even fucking think about it.
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Apr. 26th, 2011 01:52 pmI can't potato believe this. One dumb potato says potato crap about how much I say potato and now all I can potato say is potato.
This is potato shit.
This is potato shit.
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Mar. 27th, 2011 08:21 pm[There's the sound of a cigarette getting lit, because yeah, we all know that's the best thing for one's voice there, Mr. Pink. He takes a drag]
Oh come on besides 'Africa' by Toto this is some quality shit.
[There's a pause and he starts to sing this. No regrets.]
Bad boys bad boys whatcha want whatcha want Whatcha gonna do
When sherrif John Brown come for you
Tell me whatcha gonna do. whatcha gonna do.
Bad boys bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you...
Oh come on besides 'Africa' by Toto this is some quality shit.
[There's a pause and he starts to sing this. No regrets.]
Bad boys bad boys whatcha want whatcha want Whatcha gonna do
When sherrif John Brown come for you
Tell me whatcha gonna do. whatcha gonna do.
Bad boys bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you...
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Mar. 19th, 2011 08:45 pmJust a few minutes...
Just a few more minutes...
[Someone is taking a long sip of something cold and boozy. Also very sweet. What the fuck is this shit.]
Fuck this day has been way too long.
[ooc: replies from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Just a few more minutes...
[Someone is taking a long sip of something cold and boozy. Also very sweet. What the fuck is this shit.]
Fuck this day has been way too long.
[ooc: replies from
pinkfuckinpussy](no subject)
Feb. 23rd, 2011 02:09 pm[The video is of a monkey, banging cymbals incessantly]
Oh for fuck's sake, shut the fuck up!
[The voice comes from off-camera, and then there is a pounce of a cat. The cat takes the monkey apart in two seconds and looks ready to feast on the stuffed shell, which is still valiantly trying to bang together it's arms in warning.
The cat makes a tiny mrr sound and looks at the camera, and rips the monkey's stuffed head off.]
I knew I kept you around for a reason.
[The cat hisses at the man off-screen, and then the camera goes blank.]
Oh for fuck's sake, shut the fuck up!
[The voice comes from off-camera, and then there is a pounce of a cat. The cat takes the monkey apart in two seconds and looks ready to feast on the stuffed shell, which is still valiantly trying to bang together it's arms in warning.
The cat makes a tiny mrr sound and looks at the camera, and rips the monkey's stuffed head off.]
I knew I kept you around for a reason.
[The cat hisses at the man off-screen, and then the camera goes blank.]
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Feb. 12th, 2011 02:19 pmAll right, you know, at first this was annoying shit, but I've decided that this crap isn't so bad.
[He's taking a really long drag of a cigarette.]
But lets establish some ground rules. First: I'm not going to stop smoking, I don't care what the fucking sign says. Second: I'm not tipping. I won't stop you but I'm not splitting the tip with you or whatever. Third: I don't do Valentine's Day, and I'm not telling you my fucking star sign.
Now that's in order, go ahead, whoever's next.
[ooc: all kinds of action spam, go ahead!]
[He's taking a really long drag of a cigarette.]
But lets establish some ground rules. First: I'm not going to stop smoking, I don't care what the fucking sign says. Second: I'm not tipping. I won't stop you but I'm not splitting the tip with you or whatever. Third: I don't do Valentine's Day, and I'm not telling you my fucking star sign.
Now that's in order, go ahead, whoever's next.
[ooc: all kinds of action spam, go ahead!]
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Jan. 24th, 2011 03:45 pm[There is a rhythmic beeping noise in the background]
Who the fuck eats this crap? No wonder people lose weight in the hospital, I'm pretty sure the food at fucking Rikers is better than this shit.
I don't know who defined this crap as pudding but what it is is wallpaper paste.
...[Muttering]...someone better be feeding my goddamn cat.
[This is said with all the intentions that he knows exactly who that someone should be.]
Who the fuck eats this crap? No wonder people lose weight in the hospital, I'm pretty sure the food at fucking Rikers is better than this shit.
I don't know who defined this crap as pudding but what it is is wallpaper paste.
...[Muttering]...someone better be feeding my goddamn cat.
[This is said with all the intentions that he knows exactly who that someone should be.]
