Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

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

Wednesday, July 24, 2002

If I had the time or the knowledge, I'd create a "Which Wench Are You?" quiz, so everyone could find out which of the wenches they resembled. Then I would gather up all the people who managed to get me, and form them into an elite fighting force for terrorising the world (not taking it over; that's Jen's job). This, of course, need only come about if my plan for ultimate power via the channelling of the world's lust didn't work.

And yes, I am continuing to post to this, even though it cannot be seen. Eventually, it will be, and then you'll all be sorry. Be sorry, already.

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