If I'm going to hell for what I just posted, I blame you. My tormented specter will burst from the underworld and meet you at the crossroads. I will point one flaming, skeletal finger straight at you, crook it menacingly, meet your eyes with the still-smoking remains of mine, hit you in the nose with a pebble, and float away to Vegas to become the world's greatest bouncer.
2011-11-10 18:49:08