Keith brought BLOOOOOOBERRIES

And Peggy got more biscotti and updated me on the refugees.

The men of this family simply do not pay the slightest attention to people who tell them not to smoke indoors unless they are six foot five. The concept that they cannot smoke indoors – which even the most hardcore smokers do not do in this burg – is entirely opaque to them. This means their desire to all live together in a rental house is not going to happen (they are refusing to live in an apartment, and insisting on a house, which is very funny in that poke in the eye way) since no sane landlord would rent to them, and the so person currently housing them has eight people including 1 pregnant person and four smokers living in her smoke free house.

No fuckin’ good deed eh fOlks.

I’m going to turn those bloobs into pannnncakes.

Do not read this lyric, it is rude but when I came up with it last night I could not stop laughing. It’s me making fun of Supernatural YET AGAIN. There are 800 wingfic stories on AO3 – a subcategory of either romance or smut – and heaven knows how many elsewhere…

This shown below was updated 1 august.

Angels in their true form are big and stern and feathered
To look upon us in that state makes humans come untethered
Gender is irrelevant to Heaven’s fighting squad
Taking orders, smiting demons, ever faithful to my God…

Who then gave me Dean Winchester to reconstruct from hell
He spake, “Start with his mouth, because you’ll get to know it well.
And please don’t ever worry about anything I’m plannin’,
‘Cause gay love saves the day, you know it’s absolutely canon.” <— I had the quote wrong, OF COURSE

Spread ‘em, spread ‘em, spread ‘em up to heaven
I’m gonna spread my great big wings for you
Spread ‘em, spread ‘em, spread ‘em up to heaven
I’m gonna spread my wings for you
I bet you’ll like most everything they do

Interspecies romances are always such a trial
I don’t know what I should feel and Dean’s good with denial
And yes I non-stop worry about what dear Chuck has planned
And so should you until the very last episode’s in the can

Spread ‘em, spread ‘em, spread ‘em up to heaven
I’m gonna spread my great big wings for you
Spread ‘em, spread ‘em, spread ‘em up to heaven
I’m gonna spread my wings for you
I bet you’ll like most everything they do

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Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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