Skwisgaar sat staring at Pickles as he strummed his guitar. The drummer seemed unaware of the excessive attention he was receiving as he gazed into the half empty bottle of beer in his hand.

"Dood, there's totally a dead fly in this," he announced, swirling the beer around, "how lahng de'ye think it's been in there?" Pickles looked up at Skwisgaar with a raised eyebrow. That was when the guitarist blinked and tried to act like he hadn't been ogling Pickles.

"Pfft, how's should I's know? Not likes I's been watchings you," Skwisgaar scoffed.

"Yeuh, ye' have. Ah saw ye' lookin' at me outta the corner'a my eye," he took a swig of his beer, only to spit it back into the bottle after remembering there was a fly in it. Pickles set the drink down and turned his full attention towards the blonde. "So what's up? Yer lookin' at me like Ah'm a piece'a meat."

Skwisgaar sputtered and then scoffed again. "Yeahs, right, nos I's not," the blonde said in defense. In reality Skwisgaar had been staring at Pickles. He'd been giving the drummer looks ever since the hectic commotion that surrounded the attack on Mordhaus had blown over. It was only recently that he remembered what Pickles had told him that night. Pickles had said that he had managed to suck his own dick.

When the drummer had first said it, Skwisgaar sort of blew it off. Whatever, they were about to die at the moment and he he wasn't even sure Pickles had meant it. But now Skwisgaar had remembered what Pickles had said and he found himself wondering if the red-head was lying or not.

"Yeuh ye are. Ye've been givin' me goo-goo eyes for like t'ree days now," Pickles said, leaning forward on the couch and grinned, "is it 'cause ye' think Ah'm cute?"

Skwisgaar scowled at the drummer, his fingers pausing in their constant picking for a moment. "Yeahs, right, cuz havings de bald head wit de moldys, old dreadlocks is reals cute," the blonde said, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, that's low, dooshbeag. Real low. Ye' don't see me pickin' ahn you about havin' crabs shampoo in yer bathroom, now, do ye'?"

Skwisgaar bristled at that, but said nothing, pretending that he wasn't going to grace that comment with a reply, when really he just couldn't think of a come back.

"But seriously, dood, ye' are starin' at me a laht. Startin' te'creep me out," Pickles said as he slouched back into the couch again. "What's up?"

Skwisgaar scowled and remained quiet for a moment. Did he really want to admit to Pickles the reason he had been looking at him? He weighed his options. He could lie and make up something and continue to wonder about the drummer, which wasn't something he really wanted to do. He was spending far too much time thinking about the little red-head and it was bothering him. Or he could spill his gut, admit that he had been thinking about Pickles sucking his own dick and finally silence his curiosity.

"Alls right, fine. I's been tryings to... to," he stumbled over his words, not sure how exactly to express his thoughts with out sounding like a moron. But he soon gave up on that. "Ohs, for dildos sake... I's don'ts believes you dat you suckeds your own cock. Dere. Dat's whys I bes starings at yous."

Pickles blinked and his pierced eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Dood, seriously?"

"Ja, I don'ts thinks you really do's it. You's ams lyings just to seems cool."

"Heh, yeuh, okee, whutever. Ah think ye've jest been fantasizin' about it," Pickles countered with a devious grin.

Skwisgaar let out a noise then that could only be described ass a "squawk". He sputtered and blushed. "Nos I's not!" he finally shouted.

Pickles burst out laughing, clutching his sides as he tried to bring himself back under control. "Oh, dood, yer too easy t'fuck wit," Pickles choked between laughs, "But reelly, cah'man, why would Ah lie ahbout sahmething like that?"

"Because, you knows we all trieds to do's it and we's fucked ups, so if you could do it we'd all thinks you ams cool," Skwisgaar said, setting down his guitar and crossing his arms in a huff.

"Why the hell would Ah care if you cock-smokers thaght Ah was cool? Ah'm too drunk most of the time te'even notice yer in the room."

"Wells, I still don't thinks you dids it. Your dicks am probably toos small to reach," Skwisgaar said, smirking, proud of the jab he had thrown in.

"Hey, Ah might be short, but Ah sure as hell ain't small," Pickles said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Ja, okays, sure. I still don'ts believes you. Your's little..." Skwisgaar paused looking for the right word again, "little beers-belly probably gots in the way."

Pickles crossed his arms and gave a shrug. "Ye'know what? Ah don't reelly care if ye' believe me'er naht. Ah did it, Ah know Ah ken do it and Ah think yer jest jealous of it."

"I won'ts believe its until I sees it with my own eyes," he blonde said with a nod. He was sure now that he had won whatever little argument they were having. He knew Pickles couldn't do it, and now that he was being put on the spot, Skwisgaar was sure he would spaz out and admit he couldn't do it.

That was when Pickle stood up from the couch, stretched with a sigh then his cocked his head to the side. "Alreet, cah'mahn, Ah'll show ye'."

Skwisgaar gaped at Pickles like a fish, his mouth opening and closing a few times. "Whats?"

"Yeeh, geet up and fahllow me an' Ah'll show ye that Ah ken do it," Pickles said, rather simply, completely nonchalant.

Skwisgaar thought it over for a moment. Go and watch Pickles try and suck his own dick. Remembering that they had all sat around and were intent on assisting each other do it at one point, he decided that simply watching Pickles try wasn't that bad. Besides, it would totally be worth the laughs when the drummer failed and he would have something to hold over Pickles head for a few days. "Alrights, lets go. I haven'ts hads a good laugh in a whiles, so c'mons."

Pickles simply smirked and lead the way to his room.

Once they reached Pickles' room, the drummer took to fixing up his rumpled bed, piling a few pillows against the headboard. Skwisgaar walked about Pickles room for a second, realizing that he could count the times he had been in the drummer's room on one hand.

Once Pickles' bed was set, he kicked off his shoes and started to shimmy out of his jeans. "So, ye ain't bothered by how gay this seems?" Pickles asked as he left his jeans and briefs on a pile on the floor.

"Pfft, no. Dis ams not gay. I's just watching you fails miser-ah-baly," Skwisgaar said, sounding rather sure of himself that Pickles would fuck up.

"Reet, whutever, dood. Jest be ready t'be awe-struck," Pickles said as he slid on to his bed and adjusted his back against the pile of pillows.

Skwisgaar moved to stand at the foot of the bed and crossed his arms, watching Pickles, critically. He was ready to laugh at the drummer the second the moment to do so arrived.

As if there was no one watching him, Pickles began to stroke himself, getting himself nice and hard, seeing that it was tough to suck one's own dick while soft. Much to Skwisgaar's dismay, Pcikels wasn't lying when he said he wasn't small. He was by no means massive, but above average was being a little modest.

Once his hard-on was rigid, Pickles shifted against the pillows at his back, leaned forward at what seemed to be an impossible angle and easily wrapped his lips around the tip of his own cock.

Skwisgaar's eyes went wide as he realized that Pickles was indeed sucking his own dick. "Wells, I'll bes damned," he muttered, looking amazed as Pickles took more of his own length into his mouth.

At that point, Pickles seemed to forget that Skwisgaar was watching him as he worked away at himself.

Watching the red-head, Skwisgaar found himself entranced, and, oddly enough, a little turned on. The sight before him was shockingly erotic and now his own pants were far too tight.

While Skwisgaar watched intently, Pickles continued to suck himself off until finally he groaned around his own length and climaxed. Shuddering a little, Pickles unfurled himself and slumped back agaisnt his bed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"There ye'go. Need anymore proof then that?" Pickles asked with a lazy grin.

Skwisgaar shook his head, then with a lust filled look in his eyes he moved closer to the bed, moving to crawl onto it. "Nos, I believes you now.. Dat was hot, Pickle," he said as he moved onto his knees on the bed.

"Whoa, chief," the drummer said, sitting up and grabbing a pillow, tossing it at the guitarist, "Ah appreciate the complement, but whatever yer thinkin' of doin' right now, ye ken fuck right off."

"Comes on, Pickle, I just watcheds you sucks your own dick, who cares dat dis is gay," Skwisgaar said, assuming that was Pickles' problem.

"Ah don't give a shit if Ah'm bein' a fag, that hasn't been a problem for me since 1989," the older man said as he slipped of his bed an started to get dressed again.

"Den why nots have have de sex wit mes?"

"You've ghat a bottle of crabs shampoo, remember?" Pickles said with a smirk as he slipped on his sneakers, "Now git th'fuck off'a my bed before I gahtta go buy a bottle."

Yesterday I finally got myself a puppy. He's a fluffy little Bichon Fries named Finnegan. I hate to say that it seems he wasn't treated very well while in the petstore because he does really know what "outdoors" is, but he has the sweetest personality. He loves to jump around and play, but one you pick him up he just wants to cuddle. It's adorable. I loves him.
Today were going out to buy toys for him. <3

My friend's Pomeranian just had puppies on Thursday and I'm getting one! It's a little black boy and he gets to come home with me on the 25th of June. I'm going to cut his fur all short so he doesn't look like a puff ball and I'm going to give him a mohawk.
I'm so excited and I can hardly contain myself.

Found this on Hallokatzchen's journal on y!gal.

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So my grandfather passed away in January, it's been three months now. We were all really upset because we all really loved him. He was a pretty great guy. But we are all kinda "over it". We still miss him, yes, but none of us are crying over it anymore. Except my grandmother. She just keeps crying and crying and bringing him up and I know she has every right to miss him, fuck, they were married for forty years or something. But the thing that gets annoying with her is that she depresses herself.
She'll sit in the kitchen, put on the songs the played at their wedding and looks at pictures of him and keep saying things like "Oh, I wish i was nicer to him. Oh, I wish he would have stopped smoking." Then she starts bawling. Like she wanted to make herself cry.
I'm perfectly fine with someone missing their spouse and being upset, but don't make yourself upset! And then she'll sit there and whimper and look at you, look at the picture, look at you, whimper, and look at the picture, to make sure you're watching her cry and suffer and make sure you feel bad for her.
She does it around my cousins who are between the ages of 9 and 13 and it makes them so uncomfortable. I wish she's at least stop with the sad-sack act around them.
I know this probably makes me seem insensitive, but you gotta live with her I guess to understand why it's so ridiculous the way she acts.
Just had to let that out and rant a little...

sick sick sick so fucking sicksicksicksicksiiiick.
been sick for a month.
too sick to hit the shift key.
kidding. but still sick.
bitch whine moan.

edit: on an upside, i might have a small percentage of native... indian something in my blood, which would mean in canada i get to go to school for free. pretty ace.

Title: Ouch
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kinda Pickles/Toki. Nothing much.
Summary: Wear two mits, ya' moron >[ . Something that was inspired by something that happened at work actually.

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So this is a new user name. I was the_shiftyness, but I always hated that user name and I wanted a username that I could use for everything.
So this is the new name for my LJ, y!gallery, Gaia Online, everything. So just lettin' y'all know, this is Dannie, there's nothing wrong, just realized that I hated like... ALL MY USERNAMES! So yeah. <3