Oh…good lord..

ediepowell:

[laughs before grabbing the shoe] How that got up there will forever be a mystery.

[places her down gently] Maybe it was thrown up there or something.


Oh…good lord..

ediepowell:

Come on, lift me up and I’ll get your shoe.

Right oh. [grabs her around the waist before lifting her up]


Oh…good lord..

ediepowell:

How the hell did it get there?

One of your shoes is on the ceiling fan. 

That’s what I’ve been thinking about my shoe. It doesn’t help that I’m short, either.


Oh…good lord..

ediepowell:

I think your pants ended up in the closet during round two somehow…

Your skirt is on top of the cupboard..


Oh…good lord..

ediepowell:

You do realize your boxers are still over there, right? [points far across the room]

There they are..[walks over and pulls them on before searching for the rest of his clothes]


Oh…good lord..

ediepowell:

I don’t recall telling you to stop…? Why would I kill you?

I dont know..



Oh…good lord..

ediepowell:

Hmm? 

You don’t have to look so scared, Chris. 

Well, I’m half convinced that you’re going to kill me or something…


Oh…good lord..

ediepowell:

Its going alright…

Right…I should, um, go..


Oh…good lord..

ediepowell:

How’s the hangover treating you?

Not very nicely…and yours?