Some guy named Azriphale? I guess you're doing something about books and apparently I'm supposed to help you.

Totally aside from the fact that mine smells like mangoes and Peter's smells like foam, is there any difference between guys' shaving cream and girls' shaving cream? I'm pretty sure I look better minus the stubble.


[private to Howie]

I wanna talk.

Hey Adam, what was all that about Peter being your girl? 'Cause I don't recall you being in bed with us last night.

I guess this is better than everything else that's happened to me in the past few days. Whoever thought that turning into a guy would be the highlight of my week?

Peter, please tell me you're not still five.

Adam... okay, the thing that I think happened when I thought I was a cheerleader... didn't happen. And ya know how girls always crave chocolate? Should I be worried about getting a hankering for raw beef in the middle of the night?


[ooc: lawl, explanation. Elle decided to head downstairs to look for a bandage after Libby busted her nose. So now she looks like a manly fellow who got in a fight and has a band-aid on his nose. PB is Justin Hartley.

Also, there will probably be some r-rated porn-type spam in here shortly.]