Not Spock though.

[jarsy]

And so the search continues. Because apparently there isn't a double room in the city available from the 1st of July until the end of September that isn't full of barely post-pubescent boys, smells of curry and beer, or has windows falling out.

If anyone would care to lend me a tent for the duration, it would be very much appreciated.

Cheers.

Comments

[sleazysean.livejournal.com]

I would say out of those three options mentioned that the 'curry and beer' choice is the lesser of two..er, three evils.

[jarsy.livejournal.com]

But... but!

What if I don't want any evils? Or maybe just the Diet Coke of Evils, just one calorie?

[sleazysean.livejournal.com]

I prefer the Diet Coke of Elvis, which is coincidentally what I thought you had typed at first glance.

Now look here Karen, your pants are not so fancy that you can't tolerate a little evil like the rest of us. It's as though you're saying that if given the opportunity to have a dessert served, you'd like to eat it as well! WELL THAT IS JUST PLAIN CRAZY.

[jarsy.livejournal.com]

I don't think Elvis was a big fan of diet anything. But if he was selling it, I'd be buying it.

And my pants are too so fancy. So fancy they deserve a home that doesn't smell of unpleasantness!

[sleazysean.livejournal.com]

I'd buy anything featuring an Elvis image of some kind. Even overweight, internal-organs-rotting Elvis.

Well, it sounds like your pants have an attitude problem. I say they deserve a good ironing to straighten them out!

[jarsy.livejournal.com]

I hope it caused you actual physical pain to type that.

[sleazysean.livejournal.com]

Actually, it caused spasms of intense joy and euphoria.