thanks again for the cheese. it was a really thoughtful gift. you're welcome, just don't go on about it. | ok, sure. it's just... yes? | i was a little hard on you the other day and i wanted to say i was sorry. you're my only friend now... now that timothy is dead. or a ninja. | or a... anyway, i don't want to lose your friendship. whatever. new day and all. | you're sure it's ok? i know you can hold a grudge is all. then you don't really know me. | ok, sorry g. i just really want us to be ok. say "ok" once more and you'll find out how very much we aren't. | o...oh is that my cheese calling? i'd best see what it wants. you do that. |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
I was given a fancy little nip pourer the other day. Naturally, I have been in a constant state of quality control. It's great. Especially when you get rid of that unnecessary middleman mere mortals call a "glass" and just pour from the bottle straight down the ol' drink hole.
I wonder if the scabs on your liver are as fun to pick at.