Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] what's a four letter word ending in S that means "some ankle-length attire"? |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] Eff if I know. pants, cutoffs, crops don't fit. it's got to be clothing. not socks either |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] I'm no good at this but Ceci is gonna finish b4 I do and I can't be that much of a dolt |
John Constantine |
TXT to She of the Seasons: To be fair, luv, Ceci is a nerd. Dress. |
John Constantine |
TXT to She of the Seasons: Wait, that's five. Shite. |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] four letters. last letter is S. right. neither of us can count |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] she's gonna take over the world. how am I to take her to nursery school if she's trying to do econ? don't you know superman? can he suggest a better school?? |
John Constantine |
TXT to She of the Seasons: This is bollocks, I'm stumped. |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: Also, I don't think Superman would be the one that has good options for that. Maybe Bats. All his kids are brainiacs. I think. |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] the Washington post crossword is supposed to be easy too. bloody Guardian requires a PhD |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] but none of them seem altogether well adjusted except maybe Dick |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] he's a right lovely bloke and him I'd trust, but... he's all tied up with his wedding concerns to his lady. Zee introduced me to her a while back |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: TOGS. It's fuckin' togs, innit |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] I'm just gonna google the answer. bad example. you figure the storm over Nevada they're talking about at burning man is part of a botched ritual? I can't help but think a couple thousand kids dropped in the mud and salted in a playa is food for a wurm |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] not togs. the cross clue is just as bad, "rescue perhaps?", five letters, and has blank - d - blank - p - blank |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: Oh, that one's right easy. ADOPT. Speaking of Batman and his litter. |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: Wait, does the first word start with the first letter of ADOPT? |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] yes, that's right! you're brilliant and God I love you |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] presence, whatever. your name is still on the gate of the silver city. fancy he sends us a card this year? |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: Speaking of HIS ALMIGHTY BRILLIANCE or whatever he wants to be called, it's bloody ALBS. |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] what? that something a vicar wears? alb is white, right no |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: It's the white robe worn by priests during services. |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: And it bloody reaches their ankles, dunnit. |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] ceci is making a bit of a fuss. think we'll go out for a quick flight around the block. you fancy getting into trouble? and albs... bloody weird |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: What's she making a fuss about? Oy vey, girl's got more intellectual stimulation than bloody Mozart. |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: Let me put some bloody trousers on, hang on. OI, DID SHE JUST FLY PAST THE WINDOW? |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] she's not flying without me. not quite there, we've not mastered floating yet. |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: Must've been a bird. All right. I'm comin'. |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] and she needs physical activity just like you. she gets ornery when in one place too long. don't start her up smoking to deal with the nervous tic either |
John Constantine |
[TXT to She of the Seasons]: I abuse meself so's I don't abuse others, luv. ;) |
Meggan Constantine |
[TXT to <3 Constantine] I know. but it still runs in. she's a laughing mag. too |