WHY ARE THERE MARBLES IN MY BED

THEY ARE ALL OVER TH--

[a sharp pen streak across the page, indicative of him falling on his ass]

[Private to Eddy, Evan, Alejandro, Theo and Athan]

Gentlemen!

Through some particularly ingenious subterfuge, it has come to my attention that this weekend there will be a gathering at Bianca's apartment of beautiful, scantily-clad womenfolk. Naturally, I propose we attend. I cannot promise that this will be a safe mission, but I suspect the ( Read more... )

Hear ye, hear ye!

I would like to share a poem which I have composed about a certain member of our community whose capacity for inspiration knows no bounds; a muse that refuses to be ignored by a true poet's heart! Ergo, a humble sonnet:

Beauty beyond all measure is hers ( Read more... )

Okay, whoever put a lump of coal in my stocking? Not very funny.

( Allison. )

[Allison]

Allison?

( But, as Aladdin was a scapegrace and a ne'er-do-well and wont to play at all times with the gutter boys of the quarter, he would not sit in the shop for a single day... )