Are you people serious?!

[head_psychic]

You do realized you probably summoned Apocalypse?

I mean, I got nominated for Most Clueless?

I hope you are all satisfied. You have upset the spiritual world, have unbalanced it's precious balance, turned to the dark side and will soon be in need of a Darth Vader breathing... thing. Mr. T will haunt your dreams when he's not too busy playing WoW and the Ghostbusters won't have to fear unemployment in the near future. I had to give out tissues to outraged specters. And they are louder than New York in a Flavour of Love reunion. (Also, prettier.)

Gus, we need a bigger sign outside the office. Where it says:

"Private psychic INVESTIGATION. <- Means, we solve things."

Do you read newspapers? Have you just missed out or simply disregarded the countless cases I've solved?

Or does most clueless refer to hazardous mating ritual code talk where you say "penguin" but mean "make a headstand and lick each other's toes because in some ancient cultures that is used as an aphrodisiac"? In that case you can give me the prize.

Also, I still need a date for the event. Settled.

Comments

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

Orly? Do you mean you just bullied Gus into going with you?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

I do not bully. We just shared the last taco. Affectionately.

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

Ha. More like you stole the last of his taco, and out of the goodness of his wonderful heart, he didn't impale you with a letter opener. More's the pity.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Or maybe he tried to steal it back from my mouth...

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, in what imaginary world are you living? First of all, Gus would never eat anything when he doesn't know where the germs may have come from... and your mouth deffinatly falls into the wandering territory, also ew.

Secondly, it's Gus and it's you. I know he's got way more sense than that.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

I'm living in a very happy world right now, trust me.

That's right. It's Gus and it's me.

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

...what the hell are you saying? Like for serious?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

We are married.

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

That's a lie.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Is not.

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

Is too.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Is not. But I don't need you to believe me.

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

Is too! I'm going to call him!

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

You leave him alone.

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

You can't boss me around, Shawn. Picking up the phone now!

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

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[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

Not enough fiber in your diet, Shawn?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

No, I just had a vision and accidentally hit the keyboard. It happens.

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

Sounds to me it's kinda like an epileptic thing... sure you shouldn't be medicated? Just for the safety of others, you know.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Trust me. Others have tried that and failed.

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

OMG are you saying that other people tried to medicate you and yet you wander around free on an unsuspecting populace? What did you do with their bodies, Shawn?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

You sure you wanna know?

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

If you don't tell me, how can I rat you out?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

You can't.

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

I could totally rat you out, that's what a phonecall is for, man.