[color:"00cccc"] "What? Not now Esmirelda! Huh?" I awoke to meatloaf licking me. "Ooooooo me head!" I moaned and grabbed a note I saw by the remains of the fire.
[color:"orange"] Womble, gone back to the village to find some answers. See you for breakfast..... Viper. [/color]
The birds were tweeting too loudly. I checked a discarded flask to my left which used to contain a gallon of whiskey. I moaned to myself. I reckon I'll stay sober for a few days....
I painfully rode back to the village to find out what the hell was going on..... and to get a bacon sandwich. [/color]
" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin
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