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It had been a pretty busy night for Lloyd so far, starting with the bang of a shotgun wedding (weirdly enough, his charming bride hadn't seemed to appreciate the honeymoon offer, and had since then been mostly out of sight), and ending with him nearly burning his dick off jumping over a bonfire ( Read more... ) -
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The bunnies were driving Lloyd up the fucking wall. They'd been around for almost two months now, during which they had gone from bald rat-like creatures to cute, fuzzy, and insufferable little bastards. They were too big to keep in the box all the time, and enjoyed chewing the fuck out of whatever piece of furniture unfortunate enough to cross ( Read more... ) -
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Since Playboy's true nature had been uncovered, along with one hell of an unexpected pregnancy, Lloyd had made sure to keep a close watch on her, in case she went into labor. So when he stirred awake in the middle of the night to find Playboy in her special pregnancy box, surrounded by a gang of miniature rats, he couldn't believe he'd slept right ( Read more... ) -
[Dated Mid-March]
Lloyd woke up with a groan, if it could be called waking up. It felt more like being born, labor pains included. Some bastard had gone and stuffed his head full of jagged rocks and probably shoved a couple of restless scorpions in there for kicks. Lloyd spent a couple of minutes squinting helplessly at the rising sun, wishing somebody merciful ( Read more... ) -
[Dated Late March]
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When the glasses hit the floor and shatter, Lloyd can only fucking wish this was the first time he's kissed a guy.
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He picked up the telephone and waited patiently. After a few moments there was a click and then Shirley Dunbar's Tennessee twang was in his ear: "Operator."
"Hi, Shirley, it's Lloyd."
"Lloyd Henreid! How are ya?"
"Not too bad, Shirl. Can you try 6214 for me?"
"Paul? He's not home. He's out at Indian Springs. Bet I could catch him for you at Baseops."
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The Great Alcohol Robbery of Valentine's Day
It wasn't supposed to have gone down this way. Nothing had gone remotely according to plan. And yet, Lloyd should have known it would end up something like that ( Read more... ) -
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Lloyd woke up to find parts of him missing. Important fucking parts - Jesus, literally - and he spent a good couple of seconds trying not to hyperventilate and praying that Dayna's wish about stuff rotting off hadn't somehow come true. But then he came to the realization that the missing parts weren't just gone, they were replaced by... what the ( Read more... ) -
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(From the meme here. Gotta love those medieval cowboys)
What this meme is all about is expanding on that, to better create a personal history that you can then use to better build personal development. To paraphrase Lindsay, "it's not intended to be a way of avoiding/handwaving actual threads but rather a way of kickstarting them and getting a ( Read more... )
