Hot or Not?

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, it's another game. Bite me.

You know the drill. Rank the person above you from 1 (Dumptruck ugly) to 10 (I want you, you want me, let's have a good time). Be as nice--or mean--as ya damn well feel like.

First person you get to rank is yours truly. And remember, I know where you live.

Comments

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

... that is so cool. So absolutely unfair, but so very cool.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

It is also a lie.

But by now I am on the other side of the room and running. Ha ha, you can't catch me.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

No! I will ambush you with the scissors if I have to. Whenever you least expect it, there I will be, waiting to make the hair explosion slightly less dramatic.

And I only can't catch you because I'm short. I can't control that!

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

Don't think I'm above holding you at arm's length. If you cut me while flailing around, I'm not taking the blame for your Violations going up. Also I am never sitting down again. Your brilliant plan is foiled.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

The arms-length thing is cheating, and I don't have any Violations or a warning.

... and it wasn't so much a plan as a not-entirely-thought-out idea, but your hair will be cut. You can't keep your guard up forever!

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

Seriously, have you thought this out? You know that comic about the ridiculously happy family with the birds and shit, and each year the kid gets a haircut and it makes his nose look like a bowling ball and his ears look like tennis rackets and everybody laughs at his awkwardness and pain? Yeah, that's me. Only more like a beanpole. The jewfro stays.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

... I have no idea what you're talking about.