Jul 30, 2004 13:43
Hello,
Dame Lurch has vanquished all those other awful humanoids that inhabit this godforsaken isle. Black Sun Rise has long since buggered off to Scotland and now Ona and Youthful Harlot are no more. Ha! I laugh in the face of thee!
First to flee the wrath of my birch was that pale and weak one that they call Ona. She's escaped to the land of many legs where she shall meet her guide in the garden bright. Or on a train. One or the other.
Then it was the turn of the Youthful Harlot to escape thro' midnight streets. You made the right decision to run you little whore! For I shan't let you preach & drink & sing. Go eat your Spanish orange and away with thee!
I shall now leave so that I can wallow in my victory.
"Whatever you want, whatever you like, whatever you say, you pay your money, you take your choice." - Status Quo
Word of the session: Enervation. What I did to Ona and Youthful Harlot.