He walked through the empty dirt boulevards of his LiveJournal Township; hand twitching against the butt of a literary six-gun. Swaggering, every fiber of his alpha-being oozing John Wayne-like machismo, the storybook champion looked set to unleash another lethal slug of pretentious, overwrought short fiction. Administered to any of the peon townie ( Read more... )

“Aww, dang it Eddie! Would you look at all this blood?” said Dan as he stared across the ever-spreading purplish puddle. This lifeblood tributary was filtering out from the neat stacks of peeled flesh and gleaming guts lying in ready-to-eat piles on either side of a field stripped corpse. Daniel scanned the crimson mess and was reminded of the time ( Read more... )

Now, I don’t usually tell the truth in my live journal, but I’m gonna make an exception. Just this once though because I think it’s important. And I'm not gonna make a big production out of it either. I'm just gonna say what needs to be said and let you deal with it because I think it's important to whoever reads my journal to know this about me.

I ( Read more... )

I’ve washed my hands and they’re clean now. But for how long, I ask?

At the turn of every second, the odds of these amazing hands o’ mine being sneezed on, bled on, barfed on, etc, rise substantially. And thus, the odds of my survival, and the survival of the Verwey lineage, plummet.

Think about it; any number of contaminating things could happen ( Read more... )

This post was deleted to avoid a potential disaster. My apologies.

Hey Dan, I found it. Yep, you heard me right; it's in my possesion. You're never gonna believe it either. I was mulling over my Thursday matinee of Garfeild: The Movie (you really ought to see that movie, Dan. It makes you think, as well as laugh), and I was minding my own business when I spotted it. Wow. You were right. She is a beauty, just like ( Read more... )

Hello. How are you? I'm fine. This is the first post of the first live journal of the first man to hold the record for most uncooked hamhocks eaten in a single decade. True to form I, Shane (or Shawn if you ask the nice folks at Rockit Records) V-way, am about 2 years late on the live journal phenomenon (I didn't learn the Maceraina untill 1998 and ( Read more... )