It's a lovely morning here today. I took my morning milk in the garden, where I crucified the flayed body of the mailman. I know, I know - it's been done. And I don't wish to step on the toes of a man of vision like Vlad the Impaler. But I had to do something with the corpse, and digging was out of the question ( Read more... )

God, I'm bloody tired. I had no idea yelling at people was going to be so bloody exhausting. Between offering advice, offering insults, and trying like hell to avoid watching Jack trying pitifully to seduce that damn poncy elf on the couch (sans pants, as usual), I've had a very long day ( Read more... )

Stewie's been driving me crazy all mornin' so I hung him up by his over-all straps. You should see him; his little legs are kicking, and he's swearing up a storm! It's the cutest thing I've seen in ages ( Read more... )

Well, I got that damned hole in the wall patched. I suppose that makes our humble abode a "shack" again. For a little while there, it was pretty much just a fairly vertical pile of rubble. I'll fix this place up, I guess. After all, there's nothing to do but watch Jack running around without his pants on, and to be honest, it gets old ( Read more... )

Oh good, that damn baby toddlezd off to town. Gol, I'm drunk today. Is it possible to wake up drunker than you were before you passed out ( Read more... )

Morning all. It's a dismal day here in the shack. Jack had company over last night, and apparently in the throes of passion, one of his hookers kicked a hole in the wall. And of course, he's too drunk to stand up, so I'm going to have to walk into town and get the supplies to fix it from the hardware store ( Read more... )