|Location:||KASTLE TESLA, NH|
|Special Powers:||Summon giant spiders to my aid; tear the intact skeletons out of my enemies' quivering bodies; produce farts so caustic they can melt hope; make decaf coffee taste delicious; vomit forth a magickal cat named Hairball to fight by my side; all kinds of voodoo shit you don't even wanna know about, fool.|
|Note:||Yvonne De Carlo? Did it.|
|Last Online||12/31/2007 10:45:56|
I'm friggin' pissed!
Someone ate my last half gallon of vanilla bean ice cream that I had in the sub-zero walk-in freezer. It was clearly labeled "TINY WIGHT's VANILLA BEAN ICE CREAM, ASSHOLE. NO TOUCHY."
I just got back from the grocery store with all these sundae fixin's and now I'm standing here with MUD on my face. Whoever took that ice cream, I swear to you "I will punch your fucking lights out".