I called St. Peter

[IrezumiKiss]

HA! I love me some Morris Day.

Dammit. Marry me.

I didn't know you were Asian, by the way.

 

[Batch]

Can you believe that butt_head said my eyes are slitty?

The almond shaped eyes of beauty

You are...

I can Petey and see if the Robot answers, want me too?

 

[Batch]

Can you believe that butt_head said my eyes are slitty?

Oh and obviously does not have the experience of the more variety the more beauty is evident in the human population.

Infinite diversity in infinite combinations.

 

[raindancer]

Dammit. Marry me.

I didn't know you were Asian, by the way.

Hmm. Do you like cats?

I'm not Asian. I'm a very, very olive-skinned mix of white (well, more like beige) and Kituwah indian.

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

but either a robot or a muffled man answered the phone.
So, I hung up.

I'm never calling him again. He probably gave me a wrong number. Fucker.

I'll call you. But only for Phone Sex. No small talk. I'm not that kind of guy.

 

[raindancer]

The almond shaped eyes of beauty

You are...

I can Petey and see if the Robot answers, want me too?

You're very kind, my dear.

You don't need to call on behalf. But if you speak with him, tell him I think he's either a robot or an orally-fixated bisexual man.

 

[breakwall]

How do you know that wasn't me?

If so, you give the sexiest forecasts ever.

 

[raindancer]

I'll call you. But only for Phone Sex. No small talk. I'm not that kind of guy.

Slut! I only call to set up arrangements for actual sex.

 

[Batch]

You're very kind, my dear.

You don't need to call on behalf. But if you speak with him, tell him I think he's either a robot or an orally-fixated bisexual man.

Robot he ain't, tall he is... quite a dish to look on, too.

I will, when I call.

You are most welcome.

 

[Batch]

Slut! I only call to set up arrangements for actual sex.

Come on!

Its a start...

 

[Marxist]

*stares at phone and attempts to make it ring using telekinesis*

 

[IrezumiKiss]

Hmm. Do you like cats?

I'm not Asian. I'm a very, very olive-skinned mix of white (well, more like beige) and Kituwah indian.

Ahh, okay. I've seen your highly kissable face and thought maybe there was something I missed! Everyone's mixed with something, after all. My artist's eye is pretty good at deciphering people...sometimes! BeBe has some Japanese in her and I didn't notice it at all until she mentioned it.

And I'm very much a cat person. No allergies from their dander or anything!

 

[raindancer]

If so, you give the sexiest forecasts ever.

You just wait for my cirrus cloud discussion.

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

Slut! I only call to set up arrangements for actual sex.

I'll be on Left Coast soon. Meet me at the Roosevelt. Bring lotion.

 

[raindancer]

This is my lucky day!

Ha! Well, we must be in closer proximity first, lady!

 

[raindancer]

*stares at phone and attempts to make it ring using telekinesis*

I'm not falling for your empty promises of Peyton Place, again.

 

[Batch]

He isn't picking up the phone...

I wonder...

has a robot invaded his house and captured him?

 

[raindancer]

And I'm very much a cat person. No allergies from their dander or anything!

Like a zillion cats?

 

[raindancer]

I'll be on Left Coast soon. Meet me at the Roosevelt. Bring lotion.

You're so dreamy.

 

[raindancer]

He isn't picking up the phone...

I wonder...

has a robot invaded his house and captured him?

See! I'm not crazy.

 

[raindancer]

One day, I hope.

Me too. Years of teasing have worn me down.

 

[Aliea]

See! I'm not crazy.

I don't think that proves you're not crazy. Just that St. Peter isn't around. You still could be very very crazy.

 

[raindancer]

You have quite the valid point, Aliea.

 

[Batch]

See! I'm not crazy.

I left a message on the voicemail.

*giggles*

Most likely he is at Costco.

 

[Marxist]

I'm not falling for your empty promises of Peyton Place, again.

Peyton Place? I was thinking of something more Dances With Chocopenis.