re: #287 The Ghost of Bork Bork Bork Bork

I’m fine with this…but if you’re asked anything by a pack of jackals with the faces of the damned etched into their pelts, or a swarm of bees that collect the insecurities of white people to make honey from…you tell them you’re just out getting a can of cream of mushroom soup for a casserole.

Don’t get creative: anything spicy and they’ll get suspicious. Cream of mushroom soup.

The real problem is that Starbucks closes in half an hour, but his train doesn’t arrive for another hour and a half.

Well that and I still need 100 words to make word count for the day.