Shawn has been bombarding my abode with demands for better artwork, higher resolutions, faster cars, more money, and all without compensation.
This is on top of my day job as a landscape designer, and my Tuesday/Thursday classes that involve sitting and staring. Intensive, my schedule is.
Shawn's going to kill me. I tried to make some eggos for breakfast this morning, however their residence in the freezer proved evanescent. All that remained in their place was a piece of paper upon which Shawn had scrawled,
"I have your eggos. They are my breakfast now."
Tomorrow I'm going to lace his coffee with sand.
Oh malice,
Malice,
Such evil
You allow us.
2 comments:
Luckily, he has yet to demand your first-born.
I need a scan of that you-me-John + coffee comic. It was classic.
Thanks for being optimistic Julia.
I'll see what I can do about that comic. I've got a scanner here at work, so all I need to do is find the comic and I can get that sent to you.
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