There was something wrong with Hamlet's voicemail again.

A girl had called to thank him for helping her to mail a sketch, so he phoned her back to say that she was welcome for whatever it was.

He also got an invitation to play pool from someone who 'wanted his cheesecake'. So he called to accept that. It wasn't like he had any other plans that ( Read more... )

On Monday, Hamlet had tuned 18-years-old and technically become an adult ( Read more... )

After spending a while at Fandom High, you start to accept that:

a) bizarre things can and will happen to you on a regular basis, and
b) the mornings after those bizarre things happen won't be pretty.

So when Hamlet woke up Saturday morning to discover a cakenschmooscher baseball bat covered in bits of cake, whipped cream, beet juice, and ( Read more... )