...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Spur of the minute gathering at Neighbour Dan's last night leads to drunken Froodle declaring she can't marry anyone because she's carrying David Boreanaz's children. Of course, I say stuff like that even when I'm sober, but I don't actually believe it without the application of vast amounts of whiskey.

Would explain why I've been craving pizza lately, though. Damn you, David Boreanaz! Damn you and your mighty Atlantic-traveling sperm!

In other news, the Coreys were at the San Diego Comic Con last weekend. If anyone reading this went there and saw them, I hate you and am planning to kill your family out of jealousy. If anyone reading this went there and didn't see them, I hate you and am planning to kill your family because you don't know how to recognise a gift from Our Lord Snufkin.

Also, look here. My genius has spread far and wide. I should start a community dedicated to me.

Shall update later with details of the following:

• Stupid Irish jewellery, uses of
  
• Wesley's spine-collecting activities
  
• Angelus concentrate

Have to go ask Neighbour Dan if he knows what happened to my shoes.