This is going up because I've been to lazy to write anything new. Therefore, you're going to read this instead another installment of the currently untitled story and be damn grateful ( Read more... )

No update for today.
So there.

It's time to take a break from the untitled story to bring you my essay response to somebody else's midterm. I have not taken the class, yet feel I adequately answered all proposed quesitons ( Read more... )

“It was implied the first time she shot you, Joe. The time she clubbed you over the head with a lead pipe ( Read more... )

As I said, The best kind of frozen yogurt is out of state, and I even got a cooler installed in my car to keep it from melting on the way home ( Read more... )

While I was searching, another man walked into the shop. A rather large, almost aboriginal looking man, exceeding six feet in height, and had at the least two hundred pounds worth of muscle on him. Clad in only some sort of towel or cloth wrapped around his waist and with a plain wooden staff of four or so feet in his left hand, he strode sharply ( Read more... )

*Yes, I realize that it switches to a first person point of view. That's what it'll be for Wilshire's account of what's happened. Deal with it ( Read more... )

**Disclaimer ( Read more... )