Oh, great. It would have to happen this late in the day.

I've got a bloody thunderstorm over my bloody beautiful head.

Ouch... think I just felt a bit of hail. Blimey.

Damn you, Rose.

[ooc: Strikes? So not hackable. John's severely cranky. Plz 2 be not makin him angry.]

Marinara sauce?

Really?

So it's my day off, and I decide to go out for lunch all my my lonesome, thank you, and what should I see? A bloody volcano in the distance. I couldn't exactly believe it, though perhaps I should have, given everything I've seen and experienced in this damn place, so I take out my mobile and take a picture. No sooner ( Read more... )