It's been a hell of a week. And I don't use that expression lightly, you know.

All I'm going to say is that some people take my initials too seriously. And other people don't react very well, but that's only to be expected, innit?

As for today's curse. Oi, you gods--ever occurred to you that you could just ask if you wanted cake? There are enough kindly idiots here that you'd get plenty, even if most of us hate you miserable bastards.

I'm not making you any cake. Especially since you sent my mate home--who'd put out the fire, eh?

( private to Eden and Tony // warded )

( private to Nicodemus // warded )

( private to Faye // warded )

[OOC: Yeah I've been putting off posting and commenting lately even though there's a lot of stuff for John to post about--sorry! Hopefully I can handle it for a while today. Also, he's totally lying about the cake thing. He did bake one. Or try to. He was half-asleep at the time, so he's not sure what went into it other than "most of the booze in the flat," but there was a lot of fire and smoke and he's still airing out the apartment.]

Oh, I like this one. A voluntary curse. If you're a bleeding idiot, eat the waffles and have some horrible fate befall you; if you've any brains at all, stay away and be...about as safe as this place ever lets any poor sod be.

It's a bloody sight better than all that shit over Easter weekend. I'm sure there are easier ways than that to scare Jesus off, if that's what the deities here were on about. Or maybe it was their way of welcoming the spring. Who the fuck knows?

Speaking of the flowers and the birds and the bees, I'm flattered, Father, but you're not my type.

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