i fail

.... so I am lame. I am a lame depressed loser who fails, BUT I am a lame depressed loser who fails with a sparkle pony, a Mel who has finally finally thank all the gods how the hells did that happen Mel at 77 and thus can rampage through the Argent Tournament for cash and prizes, and a grill. Well, ok, I still need to put the grill together, but anyways.

Will still pr0n fic upon requests, tho.

Irony, you f***ing bitch!

"Ah hah!" cried the Norcumi, standing proud and arms akimbo, looking upon her completed grill. Never mind the rain slashing down outside, meaning using it today (or the rather necessary yard-work) would be impossible. "Can has grill!"

And lo, the lightning did flicker, and the room wast plunged into darkness.

"Can't has electricity, tho."

But thanks to the miracle of a UPS, she didst go unto her laptop to tell the internets.

Can has electricity back, now.



sadly, only some of this has been edited from the cold, hard, pathetic truth.