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Aug. 17th, 2011 06:39 pmSo this is what I was doing when I should have been working on my Eerie fic:
Title: The Terrible Monster of Boringest Doom
Author: Froodle
Disclaimer: Practically everything that happens in this story is real.
Characters: Froodle, Johnny Heg, Buzz Lighthair of Ron Smith's Command, the Prawn, Hayley, The Terrible Monster of Boringest Doom aka The Red Bull aka The Raptor aka My Cousin Lee
Word Count: 2371
Rating: Whatever the horriblest rating ever is
Summary/Warning: Contains UTTER PETTY SPITEFULNESS
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In other news, a couple of days ago I created a Twitter account just to be in with a chance of winning a signed copy of the new Johannes Cabal book. I didn't win it, and now I think I know how prostitutes must feel after they've performed some vile act on a client who fails to pay them. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but in the cold light of day, joining Twitter is revealed to be a dark blot on my soul that will never scrub clean. I'll probably never get into Heaven now, and what's worse is that when I'm burning in Hell, I won't even have a good book to read.
Title: The Terrible Monster of Boringest Doom
Author: Froodle
Disclaimer: Practically everything that happens in this story is real.
Characters: Froodle, Johnny Heg, Buzz Lighthair of Ron Smith's Command, the Prawn, Hayley, The Terrible Monster of Boringest Doom aka The Red Bull aka The Raptor aka My Cousin Lee
Word Count: 2371
Rating: Whatever the horriblest rating ever is
Summary/Warning: Contains UTTER PETTY SPITEFULNESS
( Read more... )
In other news, a couple of days ago I created a Twitter account just to be in with a chance of winning a signed copy of the new Johannes Cabal book. I didn't win it, and now I think I know how prostitutes must feel after they've performed some vile act on a client who fails to pay them. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but in the cold light of day, joining Twitter is revealed to be a dark blot on my soul that will never scrub clean. I'll probably never get into Heaven now, and what's worse is that when I'm burning in Hell, I won't even have a good book to read.
