Post by Falling Rock/Lei Feng on May 8, 2013 13:59:05 GMT -8
Here's an interesting riddle for you: what's worse to have in a lab, gremlins or a troll? Well, not just 'a' lab, my lab. Yeah . . . that made a bit of a mess. Damn things got in and started messing with shit, messed up my laser. Damn thing was just a prototype. Now I have to go back to the drawing board. Well, at least I got Dorothy back online. Getting everything else off lockdown is going to be a real pain in the ass. Then there's the mess downstairs. I swear, I need to come up with some fucking gremlin repellant or something. How am I supposed to get any work done, let alone get laid, with shit like this happening?
Heh, speaking of getting laid, Beltane was a blast. I never got to go after my accident, but this time, I happened to be in the right place at the right time. Damn, that was a slamming party. The booze flowed, and the women were really cutting loose. The best thing, though, was my leg . . . it stopped hurting in there. I could run again. It was the most exhilarating thing ever. I don't know how I ended up tattooing people, and giving piercings in unique places, but it was fun. Of course, when we all woke up . . . yeah, I don't think Mom is going to like the new ink. Dad thinks it's cool, but we haven't told Mom yet, and as far as I'm concerned, she don't need to know. It's going to be long sleeves and sweaters during the holidays.
Ugh, time to go finish cleaning up. Norman and Dorothy are doing their best, but they never quite get things in the right place . . .
Heh, speaking of getting laid, Beltane was a blast. I never got to go after my accident, but this time, I happened to be in the right place at the right time. Damn, that was a slamming party. The booze flowed, and the women were really cutting loose. The best thing, though, was my leg . . . it stopped hurting in there. I could run again. It was the most exhilarating thing ever. I don't know how I ended up tattooing people, and giving piercings in unique places, but it was fun. Of course, when we all woke up . . . yeah, I don't think Mom is going to like the new ink. Dad thinks it's cool, but we haven't told Mom yet, and as far as I'm concerned, she don't need to know. It's going to be long sleeves and sweaters during the holidays.
Ugh, time to go finish cleaning up. Norman and Dorothy are doing their best, but they never quite get things in the right place . . .