Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Sub-Human! (points accusingly)

Open Letter to My Non-Believing Jackass Brother:

What? What's that you say? You don't believe I spent last weekend cavorting around Spudland with the Smart Patrol?

I did, dammit! *stomps feet* I've still got residual horrors from that incident with the chocolate pudding. Lookit, my hands are still shaking!!!

Fine. I was going to invite you but I'll just go by myself next time. Nyyyyahhh.

You're just ticked that I didn't bring you any t-shirts, shot glasses, or postcards.

Grumbled by Severina at 6:51 PM