Er... well. I was going to work on getting some classy puits de courgette aux escargots for Piranha and Fräulein's wedding but now doesn't really seem to be a good time. Bah. I wish I could be more help, but possession just isn't something I have much experience with. Well. Getting rid of it anyway. I've lost count of how many times I've actually ( Read more... )

So.

People of the Internet.

Who wants to be a God?

So, I've got this friend. Let's call him... hm. Dick. Yeah. We'll call him Dick.

Dick's a real guy's guy. Likes sports, beer, fast cars, and of course the ladies. He's single. He gets around. Never leaving an unsatisfied flower after he applies his... watering can ( Read more... )

Going to Asia, BRB.

PS: For real this time.
PSS: Don't touch my Hamburger Helper Cheeseburger Macaroni.

The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. That is to say: I return. And bearing gifts! Ha! That's right, I'm just that kind of generous guy.

You'll each find at your respective doorsteps no less than fifty cases of last year's most beloved of quenchers (in Japan): Ice Cucumber Pepsi! In other words, I don't want this crap, you guys ( Read more... )

Not dead.

Getting back to work.

Thanks for uh... hauling me off to the hospital Ofdensen. Literally.

Huh. It's the funniest thing. I turned all the heat off in the mansion and I'm still feeling really really warm. And tired. But I just got up an hour ago. Not like I've been straining myself really... just drawing up plans.

I think I'll lie back down for awhile.

NOTICE: Beginning work on an exceedingly important project. Must not be disturbed. Trespassers to the mansion will be shot on sight.

OK, so maybe not shot. But. There are worse things than being shot.

Just trust me.

See you at Christmas.

Geez louise. I don't check the internet for one night and you guys have all that drama? Huh. Teach me to make an equipment trip to London ( Read more... )

So. Monarch has a mancrush on Greed.

Discuss.