He stared at her as she wept and shook his

He stared at her as she wept and shook his head in disagreement. “I’ve told you numerous times that we cannot be together. I don’t understand why you must drag this out.”

"I know you love me and will regret it when I am gone" she said.

but he was gone, no snow globe could keep him around.

Because he hated snowglobes. What he loved were those giant fake rocks you can buy at the giftshop at Alcatraz. He would throw them at people and watch them scream until the rock

unexpectedly bounced off of it's intended target then flew back and hit him in the weines

where he cried out in pain because

of the massive pin sticking him in all the wrong places.

Such is the life of a voodoo doll. You begin life as a bit of burlap and some straw, and soon you're blamed for every malady in the French Quarter. I feel their pain. Literally. An

I always like the pain. That was a sad story, but if I tell you I'll have to kill you!