Colonel Krees's Last Stand
Good Lord! I just ate a cherry Italian ice, and it has dyed my mouth sensationally red. I mean, it looks like I gargled with blood or something! I tried to get it off with a toothbrush, and the color on my teeth and lips pretty much went away, but my tongue is still bright red. This must be fixed before I go to fulfill my service at Boum Arrete.
Well, the next time you hear from me I will be missing four of my teeth. Dr. Theoden (a.k.a. Jack The Ripper) has promised to let me take my teeth home in a jar, which sounds like good enough compensation for my allowing him to hack away at my mouth. So it goes, so it goes.
Farewell, mes amis! If I die in the chair, please don't mourn me......rather, amuse yourselves at my wake by hiding behind the casket and jumping out at people when they kneel by my lifeless form to pay their final respects.
Adieu!
~*Peace*~
--Kristin--
Well, the next time you hear from me I will be missing four of my teeth. Dr. Theoden (a.k.a. Jack The Ripper) has promised to let me take my teeth home in a jar, which sounds like good enough compensation for my allowing him to hack away at my mouth. So it goes, so it goes.
Farewell, mes amis! If I die in the chair, please don't mourn me......rather, amuse yourselves at my wake by hiding behind the casket and jumping out at people when they kneel by my lifeless form to pay their final respects.
Adieu!
~*Peace*~
--Kristin--