Yeah, pretty much. I think Laurie's hiding out at said boyfriend's place until it's fixed. She might also be hiding under a rock. Really, it wasn't that bad. I mean, she could have been having nightmares and we all could have ended up in the medlab with like hearts racing and weird crap because she was terrified instead.
The exact circumstances by which I shattered my ankles are unimportant. The point is that Laurie is at fault for it, and, to a lesser degree, possibly my knowledge an available healing factor was to be had.
So what you're really saying is that you did something really stupid when you got horny because you knew you could fix it but you're gonna blame Laurie anyway?
See my comment below regarding emotional damage. Suffice it to say I was not in a particularly logical frame of mind, as I was attempting to do that which should be asked of no man: turning down the advances of an extremely attractive woman. My manliness may never recover.
You broke your ankles running away from a hot chick who wanted you? What'd you do, jump off the roof?
(I'm sure you have totally valid reasons for jumping off a roof and landing really badly to escape said hot chick and I respect them...but you understand my giant "wait, what?" right?)
I meant to imply that, contrary to my reputation amongst the townies as suspected epicentre of numerous venereal diseases (lies and slander, incidentally, these days I have taken to carrying the test results in my pocket), there are certain circumstances under which even I will turn down a casual if tempting encounter.
However, since such circumstances occur about as frequently as a full lunar eclipse or the red tide, my experience in dealing with them is occasionally lacking.
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Date: 2011-03-22 10:16 pm (UTC)So very, very insufficient.
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Date: 2011-03-22 10:24 pm (UTC)How did horny land you in the medlab?
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Date: 2011-03-22 11:40 pm (UTC)(I'm sure you have totally valid reasons for jumping off a roof and landing really badly to escape said hot chick and I respect them...but you understand my giant "wait, what?" right?)
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Date: 2011-03-23 12:15 am (UTC)However, since such circumstances occur about as frequently as a full lunar eclipse or the red tide, my experience in dealing with them is occasionally lacking.
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Date: 2011-03-22 11:49 pm (UTC)...wait, after last night, I probably shouldn't ask that right now, should I?
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