::the helicopters fly in making whirring sounds::
::the lights dim and those search lights come on::
::lightening crashes::
::the earth begins to split into two, slowly::
…it is time.
If you haven’t noticed, I’m on my 666th post. The Mark of the Beast is brutally being seared upon my virginal flesh. (And I like it!!)
I know, I know, another post count party, but this one is godless and debauched. And Gunslinger’s been twisting my arm (my now Mark of the Beast seared arm) to do this, so it’s not like I have a choice.
And I brought presents: a little grease for the Mark on your virginal flesh (don’t ask who <No! I mean ‘what’!> it was rendered from), and a special doll complete with a package of pins - just add the hair and fingernail clippings of your choice.
::shakes head at Gunslinger:: My goodness. When racinchikki comes back, she won’t believe some of your outlandish behavior. Pursuing young virgins.
Thank you, rjk! ::hug:: I’ll start applying that…grease, right now. Is it from the elbows of small gnomes? I’ll have fun with this little doll. Muhahahaha…I’m too evil.