April 19, 2004


Today, while nursing a nasty head cold, I felt something zoom past my window. Like an old friend, trudging on by, ears pointed forward, to the horizon. All I could do was stick my head out and wave him on, though he had long since disappeared into the woods and beyond.

Could I possibly catch up with him sometime soon? I can only hope. It's been a long time since he last regaled me with his tales of battle. Don't let his tough grey hide deceive you... he's actually a warrior you see. A warrior with a big fat ass, but a warrior nonetheless.

In the meantime I have to get over this cold.

Posted by bs at April 19, 2004 2:12 PM

WTF are you talking about, Mig? Drinking too much NyQuil?

Posted by: Sep7imus on April 19, 2004 2:21 PM

Laugh it up, fuzzball.

Posted by: Miguel on April 19, 2004 2:26 PM

Mmmmm... NyQuil.

Posted by: narcogen on April 19, 2004 8:20 PM

He's trying to tell us he's dying. See ya Mig.

Posted by: Gholsbane on April 20, 2004 1:21 PM

So, what, we float him up the Hudson river in a flaming canoe?

Posted by: mnemesis on April 20, 2004 4:05 PM

Nah, we take him on a Greyhound, down the Hudson River line... if he's in that state of mind... you know... the one... in the song... with the guy...

Yeah, that one.

Posted by: Gholsbane on April 20, 2004 4:11 PM

I hope you dopes are happy eating crow!

Posted by: Miguel on April 26, 2004 3:49 AM

Mmmm, crow! Yum! :-)

Posted by: mnemesis on April 26, 2004 1:45 PM

Something Myth?

Posted by: neut on December 29, 2004 8:39 PM
Post a comment