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first post didnt get hit, and i realized it was a lil bleh, not much to comment on. so, here's the updated, spicy version:
the phlegm entity has been contained, although the only safe place was my torso. so, while it writhes and moans, i'll cut it up in my trachea, one piece at a time. SURGICAL HAWKTOOEY!
write club this week, and i have brought the hammer down. six, count em, six tales to amaze and defy the laws of traditional literature. im not being the least bit sensational when i say, these stories will make your ancestors' eyes bleed back in time. IMPOSSIBLE OUCHIE!
the baby is talking already, in my head. she's telling me to build something, something complex and weird. its like a playground for astral monkeys, with moon lenses and electric slides and quantum firepoles. apparently, it will be powered by fun. KWISATZ TETHERBALL!
i ripped a frickin tree in my yard out by the roots with my four typing fingers and my forehead. there was a fambly of were-ferrets under there, which i quickly stomped. one made it out of the hole and onto the street, turned into a girl scout, and took off. THIN MINT LYCANTHROPY!
i looked at that bag you keep in your backyard, the moldy one with drawstrings and the squishy, moist bottom? yeah, took a lil peek. you'll have to tell me how you got the inside parts on the outside without killing it!
the phlegm entity has been contained, although the only safe place was my torso. so, while it writhes and moans, i'll cut it up in my trachea, one piece at a time. SURGICAL HAWKTOOEY!
write club this week, and i have brought the hammer down. six, count em, six tales to amaze and defy the laws of traditional literature. im not being the least bit sensational when i say, these stories will make your ancestors' eyes bleed back in time. IMPOSSIBLE OUCHIE!
the baby is talking already, in my head. she's telling me to build something, something complex and weird. its like a playground for astral monkeys, with moon lenses and electric slides and quantum firepoles. apparently, it will be powered by fun. KWISATZ TETHERBALL!
i ripped a frickin tree in my yard out by the roots with my four typing fingers and my forehead. there was a fambly of were-ferrets under there, which i quickly stomped. one made it out of the hole and onto the street, turned into a girl scout, and took off. THIN MINT LYCANTHROPY!
i looked at that bag you keep in your backyard, the moldy one with drawstrings and the squishy, moist bottom? yeah, took a lil peek. you'll have to tell me how you got the inside parts on the outside without killing it!