by blackoutTaxonomist » Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:55 am
((lol, cowardly man.))
Lucky opened his curtains to look at his neighbors house. He lived across the street, and he saw nothing. He turned and began to rummage for some kind of weapon. Cleaver? Too messy. Flashlight? Too blunt. Ugh. "This is f***ing retarded," He snarled, digging through a drawer, "All this talk of a big wolf and I didn't buy a gun? Now I'm going to have to fend it off with a frying pan or something." He wished he played sports. A hockey stick or a golf club would have been nice.
He heard a gunshot. What happened?
"The stilly murmur of the distant Sea
Tells us of silence."
from The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Chickensmoothie
married to CS
user "Auto" of
"auto&rev"
i had the
cogwheel of
my grass
TRADING PETS FROM MY "TRADES" GROUP FOR THIS HORSE
Hoard pet--Only accepting reasonable trades