Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

Filed under: Bryan

Z Pack

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This cough finally settled into my lungs.  Bryan (insidious, bile-filled bastard that he is) is behind this illness.  Know that his is the enormous shadow behind all the evils of this world.  His cavernous crotch-maw is the box Pandora foolishly opened.  Good will triumph, though.

Also...Happy Easter, everybody!

Tired and Stressed

All last week and even a bit this week, I've been tired. I think it has to do with stress, though work stress isn't so bad right now.

Perhaps, I'm being slowly poisoned by Bryan. He would totally roofie me to have his foul way. Before I sucumb to his lust-driven roofie plot, I should booby trap my anus with dirty bamboo shards like a Vietnamese tiger trap. That'll teach him!

As a side note, I'd like to thank the Internet for existing—without which, I would have no place to post my theories about Bryan's lustful depravities and my dirty bamboo shard retaliation.

D&D Essentials (or How Tom Lost an Easy Battle to the Fatsquach)

Ugh.

Fucking Bryan. The Fetid Yeti has gotten me. Apparently, he pre-ordered the Essentials books from Tower of Games and they arrived yesterday. They aren’t for public sale till the 21st. I’m gonna try to buy a copy today at lunch, but they probably won’t have any that aren’t assigned to a pre-order, and if they do, they probably won’t sell to me until the official start date.

Bryan’s gloating has begun. My jealousy is palpable and tastes viciously bad. This sucks.

Bryan, you asshole!