Well, the website is coming along fantastically well. it's just one big picture right now, just a comp, but you get the general idea. i'm more excited about it than the rest of the group, i think, but it gives me some purpose in life besides sitting around brushing my cat. and wearing out the pearly panter. sigh.
Unstoppable 105.
nothing else is really going on, but agent badgered me to update. or asked me once. whatever. so i had to. someone give me a purpose in life! HIRE ME! i'm really good at lots of stuff!!!
"it seemed like such a simple and elegant idea," he said, bitterly, "just try to hit the ground and....miss. MISS he says!"
"Well, I'm here to tell you, it's a crock of hooey. CHICKEN HOOEY! and now he's going to pay. that adams bloke....he's going to pay. because you know what time it is? DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?! IT"S VALENTIME BABY!!!"
And with that he took his knife and ran the sharp edge on the sensitive underside of each arm, drawing a thin line of blood that slowly, thickly dripped to the ground. vengence would be his this day.
he started off at a ground-eating lope, the miles flying by like so many drunken hummingbirds. Hours, days, weeks went by. Finally, his goal was in view: Douglas Adams' grave.
In a final burst of speed, he sprinted toward the cursed tombstone, the furies driving him, his legs churning. His vision blurred, he roared at the sky in victory.
Which is why he didn't see the half buried tombstone of adams' pet dog, squiggles. he tripped over the stone and went flying to the ground. and he missed.
The End.
Unstoppable 105.
nothing else is really going on, but agent badgered me to update. or asked me once. whatever. so i had to. someone give me a purpose in life! HIRE ME! i'm really good at lots of stuff!!!
"it seemed like such a simple and elegant idea," he said, bitterly, "just try to hit the ground and....miss. MISS he says!"
"Well, I'm here to tell you, it's a crock of hooey. CHICKEN HOOEY! and now he's going to pay. that adams bloke....he's going to pay. because you know what time it is? DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?! IT"S VALENTIME BABY!!!"
And with that he took his knife and ran the sharp edge on the sensitive underside of each arm, drawing a thin line of blood that slowly, thickly dripped to the ground. vengence would be his this day.
he started off at a ground-eating lope, the miles flying by like so many drunken hummingbirds. Hours, days, weeks went by. Finally, his goal was in view: Douglas Adams' grave.
In a final burst of speed, he sprinted toward the cursed tombstone, the furies driving him, his legs churning. His vision blurred, he roared at the sky in victory.
Which is why he didn't see the half buried tombstone of adams' pet dog, squiggles. he tripped over the stone and went flying to the ground. and he missed.
The End.
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it's probably best you don't remember.
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