After everyone ate his or her fill of corn, most people went to their homes. While everyone was on his or her way home, a self-important smurf cut off an old white man with his carriage of blue draft horses. O.W.M. was angry enough to pursue S.I.S to the edge of the beach and call him an M.F. He fed that S.I.S some more alphabet soup ( Read more... )

I woke up the next morning, used the litter box twice, washed my paws, and then foraged for breakfast. I corresponded with Pauno, the Greek God of wine, parties, food, technology, and common sense about how I was having terrible writer's block. I also told him about Captain Joebearcow was also at a quandary where to start. Pauno responded with one ( Read more... )