Owner Pose
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