Combat Therapy
Jul. 19th, 2004 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slipjig3Honestly, I have no idea how we got from watching Peter's Friends to beating the crap out of each other with pillows in less than five minutes. But it must be said that it's good for an ongoing relationship to occasionally hurl insults at each other while maintaining a healthy level of collateral damage.
To wit:
"You Helena Bonham Carter wannabe."
"You critical knobslobber."
"You air-guitar to 'Jukebox Hero'."
"You're a cum-dumpster for Dave Marsh."
(It was at that time that the pillows started flying.)
"Oh, yeah?" *WHUMP* You jerk off to The MacNeil-Lehrer News Hour."
"You have naked pictures of Charlie Rose." *WHUMP*
"You. Voted. NADER."
"Yeah? Well, you agreed with Tipper Gore."
"Oh, that is low...." *WHUMP* *WHUMP* *WHUMP*
Then Anna pretty much leveled me with, "You Photoshopped a picture of Michael J. Fox taking it up the ass from William F. Buckley, and wrote a slash-fic to go with it." At that point, game over.
(cross-posted to <lj user="rafaela")
To wit:
"You Helena Bonham Carter wannabe."
"You critical knobslobber."
"You air-guitar to 'Jukebox Hero'."
"You're a cum-dumpster for Dave Marsh."
(It was at that time that the pillows started flying.)
"Oh, yeah?" *WHUMP* You jerk off to The MacNeil-Lehrer News Hour."
"You have naked pictures of Charlie Rose." *WHUMP*
"You. Voted. NADER."
"Yeah? Well, you agreed with Tipper Gore."
"Oh, that is low...." *WHUMP* *WHUMP* *WHUMP*
Then Anna pretty much leveled me with, "You Photoshopped a picture of Michael J. Fox taking it up the ass from William F. Buckley, and wrote a slash-fic to go with it." At that point, game over.
(cross-posted to <lj user="rafaela")
