Snake Plissken

Invitation!



What: PARTY!

Where: My place. Don’t know where my place is, suggest you start calling but don’t expect me to tell you if you’re an ass.

When: 6 pm. March 3rd, 2007. Kids welcome.

How: How? What the fuck is how doing on an invitation? Who needs to be told how to party? What kind of bullshit?

Chips, slasa, vegatables and dip, steaks, baked potatoes, salad, candy, ice cream, cake, no, no fucking cake (Do I know any vegatarians? Hmmm?)

Glenfiddich, Guinness, Hacker Pschorr, Amaretto, Bailey’s, Malibu, Jameson’s, Knob Creek, Absolute… which ones? All of them what the fuck you think?, Kahlua, Chinco, Hudson Valley Wines: Seyval, Chardonnay, Stone Fence Hard Cider, Apple Blossom Blush, Merlot, International Red, Ruby's Kiss; grape juice, kool-aid, mixers

Who: You! Don’t come. That’s your fucking loss.

Why: Why is there a party? Don’t matter does it? Who needs a reason to drinks? Who the fuck made this damned thing?



OOC: Those of you who know why Snake is throwing a party, I expect you to spill it to the rest. HEHEHE (I'll put a post up for this tomorrow afternoon.)

Crossposted to theatrical_muse

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( Questions from Merfilly )

( From Sugar )

( Questions from Billy )

( Questions from Logan )

( From Xena )

( from Will )

Your Pride Quotient: 86%

You're proud, arrogant, vain - and most likely stuck up. And face it: you probably think you're too good for this quiz.

The rest I can buy but the hell if I'm stuck up.

What kind of stupid fucking question is this? Already talked about New York and I know I’ve talked about the government bullshit. You want me to beat a dead fucking horse or piss me off. Can’t decide.

Been rebelling for years back all the way to God knows when. Be better off talking about when I wasn’t and then you’d have no God damned post. Bullshit.


[Locked to friends and those with access to Snake’s criminal records.]


One thing I did ain’t no one knows about. Started back in high school when I picked up my first job. Things were starting to get tense all over just a few years before the war broke out. Things were getting bad back home. Not talking about Deadwood either, meant over in Ireland. Dad had done some shit for them too when I was a kid. Hey I knew even if no one said anything. That’s why there was an American flag on the porch and an Irish one hanging right beside it.

England was getting pissy and started fucking hitting up home pretty fucking hard. Stuck in school but started sending money over to the Army. Talking IRA, the Republican Army. Guessing dad knew but didn’t say anything.

By the time the war started out in the Middle East, sent me over and the first place we were stationed was England. Finally got to help back home. Found out England was thinking of turning on the Irish. You know use the whole fucking war to say they got to take out the trouble makers. Fucking bullshit. First time I did sabotage back then. Worked with a few been fighting for long time to free Ireland. We took out the trucks that were taking guns to the English up in Derry. Hit it with shit I stole from the stock yard for our squadron class.

Got to wonder what the damned English were thinking. Got fucking Commies all jumping in together and their fucking thinking of attacking the allies. Fuck them. So got in the action while I was overseas. Did a stint with the IRA and the fuckers backed down. Didn’t know that the shit they were passing back and forth through our commstation was getting hijacked.

Like I said though been rebellious all my life. Just one among many. Still get in touch with the Army now and then. They got the experience with fucking the government and I can use the help sometimes. We both got problems now. I got the fucking government here and the English still breathing down the Irish back. Bastards. I’d be over there helping out again but our own countries going to shit. I’m American first, then Irish but once things are in order here I’ll be back helping with home.


Crossposted to theatrical_muse

Thanks for the chocolates baby. We didn't smash anything girl, just chased them around a bit. Maybe we should have? Tell you the truth it's driving me crazy but I'll make it. Can't deny walkin' down the aisle with a woman that hot no matter how insane it makes you. Still trying to get through the fact I'm going to be a husband in 6 days and counting.

See you when you get in town baby.
Snake

***Sends the letter and then looks for Xena to share his chocolates with.**


( Sugar's note )

Found, you don't got to be gay to have male friends who've been raped nor does that friend in question need to be gay. The world's fucked up enough to take a straight man and assult him just like anyone else. Not that it makes it better or worse then any other. It's still a god-damned rape no matter who the fuck is getting fucked and doesn't want it.

Sitting here wondering about this bullshit and bitch is can't even get my hands on the bastards responsible. Spent a good part of an hour with his girl trying to help her but what the fuck can you say to someone in her position. No offense to any one I know but it's got to be easier to deal when it's coming from your prefered sex. It's got to rip his pride, his sense of strength to have some shit like this go down. Jesus Christ!

Really thought I'd got to a place where I wouldn't have to deal with this bullshit. More and more though it seems I keep hearing someone's been jacked up. Fuck, if I don't want to go kill someone for this bullshit. Just the relief of taking some scummy fuck off the earth even if it can't be the ones I want to kill. Son-of-a-bitches!

Found some old pictures from college (1986). ( You remember this bullshit? )

I can't believe our fucking parents (Mostly my dad, I know.) suckered us into this for that damned historical days shit in Deadwood. Worse yet, why the fucking hell did I ever bleach out my hair? **Sighs** You know that was almost as bad as that fucking hat of yours. Chalk one up for parental humiliation on this bullshit. Hey, you even had my haircut back then. If that wasn't motherly fucking conspiracy I don't know what the fuck was.


OOC: Images from "The Quest" no copyright infringement intended.