Mysteries of life.
Feb. 10th, 2006 02:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianHow come my notice that I owe the state tax money gets here way faster than my federal refund?
How does somebody who made less than $10,000 last year and filed well below the poverty line wind up owing taxes anyway?
Title: Bullshit
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Summary: Fluff and silliness. Sanji, Usopp, and Luffy play a game.
“…and then, just when I thought I had guided my crew to safety, the most beautiful music entered my ears! It was incredible, so lovely that it broke your heart and made your soul sing at the same time. We had come upon the Isle of the Sirens! And—"
Ding.
“And naturally, being lovely women, the Sirens had a craving for the sweetest, most delicate dishes to please their palates. I, Sanji, five-star chef of the sea, promptly started fixing them a fantastic meal, consisting of—"
“Booooooring! Skip it!”
“WHAT? Assholes! This is important detail!”
“Luffy’s the judge, Sanji. If he says, ‘Skip it,’ you have to.”
“Fuckers. Anyway, I served the Sirens the best meal ever to grace their tiny island. They were so pleased that they began singing paeans of praise to my cooking skills, manliness, and general good looks. They asked if I would stay with them for the night, that they might repay me for my services—"
Ding.
“Just in time. Sanji, how many times to we have to remind you to keep this out of the realms of your sexual fantasies?”
“BASTARD! I wasn’t—"
"Say it when you aren’t puffing out heart-shaped smoke rings, Sanji. Anyway, just as the foul scale-women were about to seduce the hapless cook, I, Great Captain Usopp, burst into their lair. I saw the Sirens for what they truly were—eaters of men! The chef had already fallen prey to their demonically-enhanced feminine wiles, and the only one close enough to save him was me. I dashed up, slingshot at the ready, and…”
Robin chuckled to herself and wondered if they’d notice that she hadn’t turned a page in quite some time. Usopp’s little game with Sanji’s eggtimer and two other people was the most entertaining thing he’d come up with in quite some time. Usopp had dubbed it “Story Tag,” whereas Sanji called it by the more descriptive and appropriate appellation of “Bullshit.” Sanji was, interestingly, Usopp’s most frequent opponent. He had nowhere near Usopp’s storytelling skill, but the chef tried and was getting better as time went on.
It was fascinating, though, how many times fictional-Usopp saved fictional-Sanji in these little contests.
What was even more remarkable was how many times fictional-Sanji needed saving.
How does somebody who made less than $10,000 last year and filed well below the poverty line wind up owing taxes anyway?
Title: Bullshit
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Summary: Fluff and silliness. Sanji, Usopp, and Luffy play a game.
“…and then, just when I thought I had guided my crew to safety, the most beautiful music entered my ears! It was incredible, so lovely that it broke your heart and made your soul sing at the same time. We had come upon the Isle of the Sirens! And—"
Ding.
“And naturally, being lovely women, the Sirens had a craving for the sweetest, most delicate dishes to please their palates. I, Sanji, five-star chef of the sea, promptly started fixing them a fantastic meal, consisting of—"
“Booooooring! Skip it!”
“WHAT? Assholes! This is important detail!”
“Luffy’s the judge, Sanji. If he says, ‘Skip it,’ you have to.”
“Fuckers. Anyway, I served the Sirens the best meal ever to grace their tiny island. They were so pleased that they began singing paeans of praise to my cooking skills, manliness, and general good looks. They asked if I would stay with them for the night, that they might repay me for my services—"
Ding.
“Just in time. Sanji, how many times to we have to remind you to keep this out of the realms of your sexual fantasies?”
“BASTARD! I wasn’t—"
"Say it when you aren’t puffing out heart-shaped smoke rings, Sanji. Anyway, just as the foul scale-women were about to seduce the hapless cook, I, Great Captain Usopp, burst into their lair. I saw the Sirens for what they truly were—eaters of men! The chef had already fallen prey to their demonically-enhanced feminine wiles, and the only one close enough to save him was me. I dashed up, slingshot at the ready, and…”
Robin chuckled to herself and wondered if they’d notice that she hadn’t turned a page in quite some time. Usopp’s little game with Sanji’s eggtimer and two other people was the most entertaining thing he’d come up with in quite some time. Usopp had dubbed it “Story Tag,” whereas Sanji called it by the more descriptive and appropriate appellation of “Bullshit.” Sanji was, interestingly, Usopp’s most frequent opponent. He had nowhere near Usopp’s storytelling skill, but the chef tried and was getting better as time went on.
It was fascinating, though, how many times fictional-Usopp saved fictional-Sanji in these little contests.
What was even more remarkable was how many times fictional-Sanji needed saving.
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Date: 2006-02-10 12:03 pm (UTC)I was wondering what the dings were. I first wondered if they were being gonged. LOL (long story on that one)
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Date: 2006-02-11 02:43 am (UTC)And I wish I knew, because I was thinking the same thing last year when I had to pay state taxes despite being way below the poverty line when I filed. I'll think the same thing this year when I get around to filing.
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