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So, this Satanic Emo Cult film they're thinking about Wentz and Joel Madden for?

JARED LETO.

Duh.

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I hate people in this fandom, I genuinely, genuinely do.

Trying to pick fights on ICH or something, fine, go ahead if that's what floats your boat. Being obnoxious and aggressive and trying to coerce someone into arguing with you by deliberately ignoring and twisting their points on what was a civil discussion between friends, before you invaded it, on the mutual friend's journal is fucking self-centred and pathetic.

Just so you know.

Feeling fruity.

So, there are two things you need to know for this to be funny:

1) I have a really bad cough, right now, which may or may not be a chest
infection;
2) my organisation has a habit of sending out emails saying,
"Fruit/sandwiches in the kitchen".

So, a few minutes ago, we had an email about sandwiches, and were there
informed, "It's not worth it - there's only about three sandwiches left;
quite a lot of fruit, though."

Debating whether we should run up and get some, I announced:

"Yeah, it's all usually a bit manky anyway...." *pause, cough, hack*
"[mutter] Ow, my chest hurts...[/mutter] Especially once everyone's been
feeling it up."

Eleanor: O_O

Me: ... what?

Eleanor: O_O

Me: What? Oh, no, not me - the fruit.

Eleanor: Thank god.

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OH MY GOD.

Minty just grabbed Gary, kissed him on the cheek and declared that he loves him; presumably like a friend, in the script - but we know the truth, and so does Phil Mitchell because as he left, they said, "Where are you going?"

"Well," says Phil, "There weren't three geezers in Brokeback Mountain, was there?"