[Man, one minute you're trying to leave work, the next some crazy guy is waving scissors and disappearing. So Vince just runs back inside to make a phone call, in case the entire town is being barraged with scissor-weilding maniacs.]

Is... somethin' weird goin' on? Or am I just goin' mad again?

[Having just recently repressed all memory of his time in the love hotel, Vince has decided to head over to his best friend Howard's house to steal a pair of underwear so he can continue to live to check in on him, maybe have a cuppa, like good friends do!

Of course, when he gets there, Howard isn't. There's even a new name on the mailbox. Like he ( Read more... )

[It's a lovely day in Mayfield-town, especially in the beautiful park-- except for one particular bench, which seems to be surrounded by a deep, penetrating sense of wrong. On this bench sits Vince, dressed in his punk outfit. He's chatting with a local crow, apparently gossiping about people as they walk by.]

Ha, yeah, she's such a slag, right?

[He' ( Read more... )

Yes, I know, flist spam is evol rawr, but you wouldn't find out about it otherwise! And I can do these things because I am me.

Teatime and Numbuh 86's posts are still in the testing phase, while Vince's certainly needs to be updated to reflect all the new fwiends he's making! So just comment on yonder posts with the icon you wish for me to use! So ( Read more... )

This post thing is brilliant, innit!

[Yeah, he got all his clothes back, in the form of his dangerously-overpacked suitcase from Call of the Yeti. (He's just gonna... wait a bit to open that.) And he thinks he's got off scot-free, compared to everyone around him ( Read more... )

[Do you hear that scream, Mayfield ( Read more... )

[So, on one of the few occasions where Vince isn't either A. staying on England's couch like a loser or B. sleeping in his van like the washed-up hippie he is, Vince decides to make the most important phone call in Mayfield history.]

My birthday's comin' up!

[SO. IMPORTANT.]

It's on the 26th-- same as Mick Jagger! If anybody here, y'know, ( Read more... )

[You know how best friends in every stoner movie ever have some pimped-out ride that's all painted to look like the Mystery Machine and shit? Yeah, Vince has one of those: The Booshmobile. It's basically this really shitty green van with monkey heads painted on it. And now it's the driveway.

BUT, Vince can't drive, irony of ironies, so he'll just be ( Read more... )

... I'm alive.

[He sounds very surprised by this.]

... Not even injured.

[He sounds even more surprised by this.]

... But England... Heh. Hehhehheh.

[He starts laughing hysterically, more emphasis on the hysterical than the laughter.]

I invented bloody cold fusion! Ha!

[And out of the cold, grey darkness of Soviet Mayfield comes the bright, shining light that is Vince's unbending idiocy.

I mean optimism.]

Y'know, the clothes could use some work, and the food's kinda borin', but I'm a nuclear engineer now! Me, a nuclear engineer-- I didn't even finish school! This is brilliant! Communism seems alright by me ( Read more... )