Jeff, God of Biscuits
She'd left the hotel before any of the convention things got underway...just to check out the venue. Gotta know your audience.
Nothing attracts a comedian like cream pies.
The near siren song of J,GoB called to her and she ducked inside. She carried an oversized mallet with a name tag affixed to it and had a wicked grin.
"I need two hundred cream pies, sweetcheeks, and I needem now!"
[[for the love of pastries...someone distract her!]]
Nothing attracts a comedian like cream pies.
The near siren song of J,GoB called to her and she ducked inside. She carried an oversized mallet with a name tag affixed to it and had a wicked grin.
"I need two hundred cream pies, sweetcheeks, and I needem now!"
[[for the love of pastries...someone distract her!]]