After yesterday’s encounter with Mr Pelican post delivery man and his message from who can only be classified as The Trap Setting Son of a Bitch, there was no doubt in my mind that I needed to act. I am convinced that this bastard has made their life in Meowland and is living amongst us.
I stood dead still looking at my reflection, disgusted with myself. I was looking in the window because I don’t have a mirror, so a large cross took up a lot of my image. My god, what was wrong with me yesterday. I was actually feeling rather decent today. None of that giveadamnlessness was left. I began to chuckle to myself. It was a pretty bad getup I had on and my hair was hilarious. I headed in to town to get myself sorted out.
I Suck @ Video Games 