And then the funky bass music started and you were like, "yeah, it's tough being a single dad...especially at night." And they were all like, "Oh, I can help you with that." And then one of their females friends came over and said, "but we do everything together."
Ok, off to work on NaNo. It's coming together nicely, and this is the first novel I've tackled in a while. I've never been happy with the other crap I've produced in novel form but I think I've overcome those issues. This should be original and far better than those. I hope.
And then the funky bass music started and you were like, "yeah, it's tough being a single dad...especially at night." And they were all like, "Oh, I can help you with that." And then one of their females friends came over and said, "but we do everything together."
Is this more of those giraffe cult people?
Two questions:
If I backread, will I find out what all this "giraffe cult" thing is about?
And do I really want to, or am I better off with the mental images I have in my head?
Hmm...
I like what I'm picturing better, which is the people you describe amped up to 11 and possibly veering over into actual religion.
Not that I need a brand-new idea right this second.
I wish, I'd be wearing clothes with giraffes on them like a little kid.
I read that wrong, I was picturing you as one of those furry people dressed like a giraffe...
Now that's a relief. I'm watching the Walking Dead, well trying to, it's a bit slow going. :/
But Ted is just wrong.
I loooove Mondays.
Two wrongs make a right. Right?If I'm wrong and you love Mondays, then you're wrong, too.
Look, we're making the squirrel's head hurt with our wrongness, Ted.You're both wrong and sick and not right and, and other things I can't think of atm.