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The question of the night: What do you suppose the cops will say when the guy with the broken elbow, knees and hand turns up at the ER and claims his assailant looked exactly like him only in different clothes? I don't actually know if you can fix broken knees. I guess they could give him synthetic replacements, though. An elbow is a bitch to heal, takes forever.

He won't be tagging any houses for a while, though.

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Damn. Synthetic knees really aren't as good as the real thing.

He had a very poor choice of hobby and unfortunately he felt the need to defend that hobby by trying to kick. I was only going to go for the elbow and the hand.

You're so much nicer than me.

He looked young, I figured it was only fair if he got a warning first. If there are other taggers it could go even more poorly for them than it did for him.

See, and I'd've just tied him up and tossed him in a ditch with snapped fingers.

No, no, no. Humiliation and pain are excellent teachers, but that is the sort of thing you recover from. A giant cast while vital joints heal gives you the sort of time to truly consider your current path in life. And people thinking you're batshit crazy because you insist you got the shit kicked out of you by yourself? Now there's the humiliation factor.

Should we be worried about some form of retaliation, or was there only the one?

Only one tonight and the first since her house was tagged last. I'll still try to keep an eye out to see if he has any other brilliant friends who think they are an artist.

If I wasn't A) Completely useless at being sneaky and B) Completely useless at being sneaky and C) Somethingsomething bananaphone. I'd offer to come keep you company. I'll bake you muffins instead? After classes are finished anyhow. I think I have to go to school tomorrow...It might be telling that I need to look at my organiser before I can tell for sure.

If you need to check your organizer for whether or not you can bake muffins I'd gather you are too bloody busy, Peaches. (BTW, your bf has been grinning for a fucking week. It's sort of disturbing at this point.)

You think his grinning is disturbing, you should talk to Jean-Phillipe about the amount I'm doing. I may never let him leave again at this point.

I have some cupcake baking time this weekend, but that all depends on whether said boyfriend decides to kidnap me for the weekend or not. He was saying something about not letting me do anything.

You're all pod people as far as I'm concerned.

Then you probably shouldn't count on doing anything. He makes good on those threats generally and I'm pretty sure his client doesn't need him for anything over the weekend so far.

Um... "Glad we're not you, dude?"

I was anticipating more "What have you taken tonight?"

I'm buying you dinner, restaurant of your choice.

You know while I was in the throes of lesson teaching I totally thought, "I bet this will get me dinner with a devilishly handsome and already taken man!"

But I will be taking you up on that. Just not tonight as I apparently need to investigate whether or not this guy's wife poisoned their prize winning poodle to get back at him. (Seriously people?)

Poor dog. Taking it out on living creatures that aren't the guilty party just isn't fair.

I actually think it was just old, but he insists she poisoned it. They have that sort of marriage where they blame one another for every bad thing in their lives since the day they met. I have yet to see any reason why they should continue to be married.

Habit, I guess.

That is a terrible reason. Should I have be nuts enough to marry anyone and it gets to the point where we are married because we're used to being married I hope someone beats me over the head until I leave the damn marriage. Because that's ridiculous.

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