I'm sitting in the living room, working on my novel, watching Glee (I originally wrote "gleeee") and my dad is playing fetch with my dog. This is how literature is made.
My dad throws the ball and it hit my chair, barely missing my head. He says "Oh Sam, I'm sorry. See Justin, when we almost hit Sam, we tell her we're sorry. When we almost hit you, we say shit, I missed."
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
My Family
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8 Fab Fans:
Finally, you're ahead of me by a full day! Now I have the motivation to write!
Poor kid. No wonder he had a Mohawk for a while.
(hahahahaha)
You speak of the mohawk as if it's a bad thing.
We all know what mohawks do to people; think of Austin's massive stash of assorted drugs.
If you cut off a spike, does Austin grow a new spike, or does the spike grow a new Austin?
Both. You can clone him that way; he'll only have a few seconds of excruciating pain when you cut it.
I've just received word from Austin that he does not grow a new spike back, but the spike does grow a new Austin with a single spike. If you remove the final spike, that Austin dies.
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