some guy (self) wrote,
some guy

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So, I'm evil. What of it?

Everyone click here.
(this link, like so many others in this journal, is stolen from Nikki's. Probably ought to acknowledge that...)

Call me an old cynic, but I love the thought of this not working.
    Chrissy: How are your numbers?
    Joe: A few hundred short. Marry me anyway.
    Chrissy: Nope. You lost the bet. We're breaking up now, and you have to wear a dress to work for the next month. And buy me a car.
All right, I made that last part up. But it's implied, at least in my warped little mind. When a person lets the stakes escalate out of control on a bet, they face equally nasty consequences for losing, right? It's only fair.

Joe left out all those details...
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