[For Karen]
Another day on ShitPit island and Brodie had the perfect place staked out. One couch in the rec room was currently home to about half of the comics that he'd found in the past week. Maybe something had finally knocked some fucking sense into the shelf, because it had been almost a goddamn WEEK of good finds. Fuck, but the shelf had actually given with the Green Lantern. Getting it to be generous with THAT shit was harder than Richard Simmons in a room full of big-titted men.
If there was something better than a generous bookshelf to be thankful for around this time of year, Brodie was having a hard time figuring out what.
Dixie cup filled to the brim with pineapple (and FAR THE FUCK AWAY from all things NOT drink-repellant), Brodie started to sort through his stash to weed out the good shit from the crap not worth using for toilet paper.
If there was something better than a generous bookshelf to be thankful for around this time of year, Brodie was having a hard time figuring out what.
Dixie cup filled to the brim with pineapple (and FAR THE FUCK AWAY from all things NOT drink-repellant), Brodie started to sort through his stash to weed out the good shit from the crap not worth using for toilet paper.