"Look, if you’re smart, you’ll get in
- "Look, if you’re smart, you’ll get in touch with Wilkins. He’s the butler. You’ll learn a lot from him. He knows where all the bodies are buried."
- Alas, my father had neglected to give me Wilkins business card so I improvised. I wheeled out the garden chipper and feed the bodies into it to create a lovely garden mulch
- . No one would be the wiser...or so I thought. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when the daisies in my garden bore a startling resemblence to the people I had mulched.
- Each daisy looked precisely like the people I had killed. I knew it. My victims were back for revenge. So, I decided to stop watering the Deranged Daisies. I would kill them again
- I raged around my garden berating begonias and vowing vengeance on the variegated violas. I lay down on the lawn and observed how the ants plotted to feed me to their massive queen
- 40th Anniversary of the release of Bohemian Rhapsody party. Cannibals, these rockers. Narrowly did I escape from the minion ants of the recording industry, wielding a can of
- trash, which my friend Rob had fallen into many moons ago at a boutique not unlike this one. Earbuds in tight, we rocked like a hurricane through an impoverished Caribbean
- Prison. Then Rob found a pamphlet about how hurricanes worked on a quantum level. It involves particles of EVVVIL. Now I had to escape prison before Trashy Rob noticed me.
- I did my best, but there were too many snakes all over the floor. They slithered and tripped me up. I fell straight into the arms of the only person I never wanted to see again.
- Immediately I picked myself up and try to act like I hadn't just fallen, but then a snake started crawling up my leg, so I screamed. He's going to want to come with me now.
- Started
- 2013-02-19 11:11:31
- Finished
- 2015-10-23 17:55:50
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