They kicked me out of the Bywater Methadone Clinic. Again.

I'm gonna go sleep on Whitfoot's front step.

During the relative quietness and obscurity I've fallen into over the past few months I have had an epiphany.

I am madly in love with Will Whitfoot.

This might seem sort of sudden, but my mun is a fuckhead I assure you, it is not.

*picks nose*

......

*adjusts self*

.....

*shoots up* *bakes* ;)

*does stuff*

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Where the fuck is my hat, I've got places to go.

( *tapes a note to the gates of Gamgee Hall* )

*attacks mun with cattle prod*
Fucking lazy whore.

To: Puppets of Spork
From: Fredegar Bolger; businessman, kidnapper of negligent muns

I am pleased to inform you that you are no longer dormant. I am sure you are all as disappointed as I in our mun's extreme apathy. Well, that's over for now. She has been put to work for me filling those god damn latex balloons I so loathe for shipment to my ( Read more... )

I have kidnapped the Sporkthing. It has been bound and gagged and locked in my bas- ... deposited in a secret location. I'm fuckin sick of her slacking off. I am now the mun. Neato.

So that would put me in charge of the following puppets
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entwife
rankin_bass
ringwraith_ii
shelob_of_ungolAnd oooh... press badges... There is potential in this sock drawer. Well, except maybe that enamoured tree ( Read more... )

I have not died. Though my hat has been to Mandos and back. Yes, my hat being that thing slobbering all over my head, currently ( Read more... )