Let's see, cheap raw material. . . . . Hey! Did you get it from "Jersey Shore?"
... now I'm envisioning a season of the Jersey Shore, but with cephalopods. Weirdly, I think the colours would be the same.
Let's see, cheap raw material. . . . . Hey! Did you get it from "Jersey Shore?"
It's honestly been so long I think I'm going to have to relearn anyone I might have previously known here.
... so, anyone besides me been unable to stop watching the latest Prometheus trailer, even though it keeps inspiring embarrassing noises to tumble forth in reply?


Chocolate? or Rainbow?


What about nonfiction vampires in a fictional work?
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Yo, dudez, Real-life vampires could, like, yo, sue you if you, like yo, use them in a story.
Current story seems to have beginning, middle and end, so better start adding words then.

Congrats to Bos and KL!
Okay. Put down your beverages. This morning was something out of a cartoon.
A skunk got into my HavAHeart trap. I had to take my chickens out of their tractor while only 6 feet from this stinky bastard. He never threatened to spray, but sometimes I got an extra whiff of skunk. I move the chickens to their day run.
I got in touch with a wildlife lady that convinced me I could get a tarp shield and free the skunk and then walk off safely. Yeah.
I got a tarp. I figured on the best approach because there are trees and bushes in the way.
I approached. I cussed under my breath. I covered the trap and opened it. As I tried to lock it open, the skunk waddles out. I freeze and wait for it to run off in fear and indignation.
It looks up at me with it's mangy but youthful face. I cuss.
Bastard takes a right, sniffs at my meager tarp shield, gets all excited like a stupid dog.
I try and improve me shield and back off. The skunk comes around anyways and is inches from my sweatpants clad leg.
I abandon shielding myself from the friendly bastard and leap away. I turn, and the bastard is staring at me with those big beady eyes. He waddles toward me. I fake left, then go right. I jog-run away. I look back.
Bastard is waddling after me.
I run across the little bit of grass. I look back.
Bastard is running after me with his hoppy gait.
Fking Pepe lePew.
I run for the front of the house, needing a weapon or a shoeld or a neighbor with a gun.
I accidentally ran past the chickens and the skunk sees them and beelines for their run. I shout HEY! And grap the only thing at hand- a bottomless empty plastic bucket (thus a useless cylinder) and charge the skunk.
Bastard is trying to get into the chicken pen. Chickens are screaming. I'm keeping my distance but chasing the skunk as we go around the perimeter. My bucket is out and at the ready to magically trap the skunk. Maybe he'll be dumb enough to stay snug in the open bucket and I can find a cover.
Bastard bolts for the woods. Undetered, I chase him across the ground where he chased me. He turned to look at me a few times, just like I stopped to look at him before.
I threw the bucket in his direction to scare him off. It rolled and he jumped in, looking for a hidey hole. My stupid plan almost worked. But he went through the cylinder and waddled off into the woods.
I cussed.
The end.
Bastard is running after me with his hoppy gait. Fking Pepe lePew.

Besides, I dont think anyone watched my chook video from 2 pages ago. I has a sad.
Why did I just print out 28 pages and then hand write the page numbers on?
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Youtube says it's private.![]()
Done that.
Hmm. It should be anyone with a link can view...