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As a person on the rotund side once said, "Yes, I'll have large fries with that." This was something that Saint Tyranny saw people around the world learn every day of their lives.

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Saint Tyranny awoke long after the Witching hour to find a stranger, a woman, shitting in the pot of beans he had left out soaking. "I guess you think my beans aren't shitty enough

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"We had heard about light an eternity or three. We largely didn't keep count back in the beginning. Not to say that we knew it was a beginning. The locals call it a beginning. Eyes

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I paused in my routine & sought out my hydration/electrolyte replenishing vector. I espied it alarmed to find itself delicately placed to draw our attention away from the flimflam.

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"Your mate here says that you were commanding artillery at the age of 7." Saint Tyranny sighed and admitted twas so. "I was a very old 7 year old though." He had broken the siege.

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Saint Tyrant was being petulant for no damn good reason. Not that there ever was a good reason to be petulant. There might be one. Don't ask me. I'm just a folder on an internet si

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She hadn't bought a kumquat either. But she didn't think she wanted to know a puppy named Kumquat. Pineapple grew quicker than a pirate could hoist his Jolly Roger. Before she knew

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The flare up of the Haitian-Romanian War caught the Orange Buffoon unawares, as usual. Any enemy of a shithole is bound to be worth extorting for something, Orange Buffoon thought.

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"So then, who wrote the suicide note?" The lawyer stiffened. Detective Anemone helped herself to the seat beside him. "That old chestnut, Detective?" "Chestnuts grow to be trees."

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It a is perpetual war with the past with these ones. They can't agree among themselves which past they came from. How can they try to force the rest of us to live in one of theirs?