Yes, yes. Translations will be posted Friday...plus two...ish...maybe sometime next month. OH WAIT! I waited so long, it technically IS next month. Go me.
Okay, Chapter 13 - This one is partly a shout-out to Andi. As established in chapter 12, there was an Idol competition in Mor'Eck (america), and it came down to two...and because I hate hate hate hatehatehate American Idol and want to see some muscle-bound Arnold clone smash it, I sent Sarbox in to destroy it...where he was stopped by Narthex the Obviator (a narthex being a part of the atrium of truly old churches, past which the Catechumens/unbaptized were not allowed to pass, or obviated). Narthex claims they are part of Religion, therefore his and not for Sarbox. Someone has to put a stop, so who better than the former-pron-masta Supreme Rockstar of Big Brother Season 9, Crazy James, the guy with the red mohawk, who was kicked off Big Brother and somehow brought back (the phoenix). How is this a shout-out to Andi? Because she's the one upon whose couch Crazy James crashed for like a week and some, and who introduced us all to that loveable bad motherfucker. Even though he didn't win, he came fecking close and is apparently getting his own show...fucking RAWK. I hope he comes back to visit sometime soon, if nothing else than to get his bike.
14. The tribes of the morning and the tribes of the not-morning - if this wasn't obvious...SHAAAAAAME on you. What war, on this earth, has been going on LONGER than the difference between morning people and the coffee-swilling NOT-morning people. The Awfis (say it out loud) battlegrounds, and Beeg is a reference to where I work.
But Josh...what the fuck is with the infant-headed thingy? Well, for those of you who know Jason/Protoclown, you may know that his life has been plagued at his current job for time immemorial...or since whenever he started there...by an ancient, stupid cow of a woman who sincerely believes the height of comedy is to speak to grown-ups in baby-speak. After like 3 years of being tortured by this sickening sow, guess who just quit this week? MAJOR congratulations to my main man, Jason, on his victory, and the shining proof that patience, as a virtue, really DOES pay off in the end. Keep on rocking in the free world, motherfucker!
Okay, Chapter 13 - This one is partly a shout-out to Andi. As established in chapter 12, there was an Idol competition in Mor'Eck (america), and it came down to two...and because I hate hate hate hatehatehate American Idol and want to see some muscle-bound Arnold clone smash it, I sent Sarbox in to destroy it...where he was stopped by Narthex the Obviator (a narthex being a part of the atrium of truly old churches, past which the Catechumens/unbaptized were not allowed to pass, or obviated). Narthex claims they are part of Religion, therefore his and not for Sarbox. Someone has to put a stop, so who better than the former-pron-masta Supreme Rockstar of Big Brother Season 9, Crazy James, the guy with the red mohawk, who was kicked off Big Brother and somehow brought back (the phoenix). How is this a shout-out to Andi? Because she's the one upon whose couch Crazy James crashed for like a week and some, and who introduced us all to that loveable bad motherfucker. Even though he didn't win, he came fecking close and is apparently getting his own show...fucking RAWK. I hope he comes back to visit sometime soon, if nothing else than to get his bike.
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The tribes of the morning and the tribes of the not-morning - if this wasn't obvious...SHAAAAAAME on you. What war, on this earth, has been going on LONGER than the difference between morning people and the coffee-swilling NOT-morning people. The Awfis (say it out loud) battlegrounds, and Beeg is a reference to where I work.
But Josh...what the fuck is with the infant-headed thingy? Well, for those of you who know Jason/Protoclown, you may know that his life has been plagued at his current job for time immemorial...or since whenever he started there...by an ancient, stupid cow of a woman who sincerely believes the height of comedy is to speak to grown-ups in baby-speak. After like 3 years of being tortured by this sickening sow, guess who just quit this week? MAJOR congratulations to my main man, Jason, on his victory, and the shining proof that patience, as a virtue, really DOES pay off in the end. Keep on rocking in the free world, motherfucker!
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