OH DEAR GOD, THERE'S GLITTER, AND THIEVES, AND APPLES, AND
eh, fuck it
I'm off work, I'm bored, and I need a distraction so I don't empty out my last goddamn pack within the next hour. There's a game downstairs involving FLYING BALLS. You heard that right, folks.
We're keeping it. Of course, we're keeping it. I knew this would happen. Don't ask Zombie if he likes it, because obviously he doesn't, and that's why the little shit machine is running around our house now, goddammit, why.
So, introductions. My name's Eyepatch. I didn't fucking pick it, so don't ask. Howdy, salutations, how do you do, and that whole routine
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