Every time I see a post with all three of us tagged in it I just think “who’s gonna be the fourth horseman of the apocalypse?”
But who is which?
I can probably double up as both at this point tbh.
On a tangent: years ago, i was in a play my friend wrote called “The Shockingly Verbose Brain Death of Jim Whipplestick”, in which Death was the CEO type with four horsemen who did Death’s bidding. War, Famine, and Pestilence of course, but since Death was head of the company, my friend the playwright wrote that there was a little known horseman, Bad Hygiene. Which one of you wants that one? 😉
Not I. I spend most of my day in a bathtub like the Swamp Thing.
I spend most of the time Simon’s not in his bath tub, breaking and entering and using his bath tub.
Hahahahaha oh dear…this explains the sudden appearance of the rubber frog among the ducky collection.
You sure it’s rubber?
Quite. Goody has already chewed off its head, I’m sorry to say.
Goody is the only one I can forgive for such a trangression
It largely centers around frogs, turtles, reptiles, their fitness as food or dueling companions, Naruto, mischief, and vampire discourse. Oh…and moss. We talk about moss.
@vampireapologist I feel we should expand our public conversations to an in-depth analysis of esoteric subjects.
Alright, what do you have in mind?
Well…hell…the trouble is we agree on most things. Our debates are entirely one sided and usually feature the word “yes” rather prominently.
Alright. I’ll take the opposing side to make things interesting. I have the Incredible Ability to get over emotional about Anything.
No. I don’t believe it. Not you! I WOULD…defend you from slander. WITH MY LIFE????
Can I be the cheerleader who screams “I BELIEVE IN YOU” no matter who is winning?
Be careful with such wording around me, cherie!
Hahaha well it’s either that or the Supportive Motherly Figure who brings pie to the debate so everyone has something to eat in the intermission, but it’s so time consuming! ;D
Bring pie, but don’t ask Molly Anne to deliver it…she’s rubbish at delivering pie.
LISTEN. I ASKED for a horse in the mail. It never arrived. HOW am I supposed to deliver the pie without transportation??
This is your failing.
Everyone knows that Horses don’t like me!
Which is why you’re supposed to be sending it far away, to me.
Don’t shirk off your responsibilities.
Clever. Trying to guilt trip me into sending pie via a means you didn’t have to arrange…
I see your strategy…
And I’d beg off yet again if not for the slander committed by your mother, telling you that was a lemon meringue pie…what a sin.
IS IT HAPPENING DO I MAKE PIE NOW
How did we get here?
I am endlessly delighted with all of my friends here
What even are your lives?