Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, July 24, 2001

Fucking scavenger hunt. Now I'm starving and there's no one to take me out for food because everyone's off bloody scrounging up sexually suggestive road signs and DOUG knows what else. They just don't have their priorities straight.

Meanwhile, the whip that they made me for the slave auction routine has shown up on the scav hunt list, but surprisingly I am not having people beating down my door trying to get it. This is very disappointing. Only one group has asked me for it. It's really quite sad.

Meanwhile, I'm still starving. Are keyboards edible? What about scanners?

(I go, in search of food.)

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