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dolariDollop City was a massive construction, housing several million inhabitants. It had been created aeons ago by the hand of The Great Maker. Evolution had changed the color of Dollop City, changed the inhabitants. Created a culture.
Zigglemorf, a chieftain of the Farhgwarbler sect, strode down the avenue proudly. He'd just secured several thousand Zorkmids in funds for the creating of the first artificial railway city through Dollop City, connecting the blacklands of the east, with the whitelands of the west.
He was contemplating this grand achievement, and the progress it would be when the end came.
The Hand of god smote Dollop City. Bringing with it, the Brillo Pad of the Apocalypse.
If you haven't gotten the hint so far, I cleaned the kitchen. It was a biological hazard, and I killed several of these cities made of pancake batter (when did I last have pancakes?) and/or chopped lemons. I hope the inhabitants don't come back and haunt me.
Deener came over one more time, this time with a bit more money, and a trip to Scholtzky's. Everything I have to say about this is in my last entry...I promised no more crying. She wants to come over again tomorrow. I'd like that.
My machine and I are in a wrestling match. I thin I got it down for the pin. Anyone know why my machine would just simply freeze for seconds a time, on regular intervals and give me blue screens? No virus I can see....
Sleepy time for Jenn. Good night, good fight.
Zigglemorf, a chieftain of the Farhgwarbler sect, strode down the avenue proudly. He'd just secured several thousand Zorkmids in funds for the creating of the first artificial railway city through Dollop City, connecting the blacklands of the east, with the whitelands of the west.
He was contemplating this grand achievement, and the progress it would be when the end came.
The Hand of god smote Dollop City. Bringing with it, the Brillo Pad of the Apocalypse.
If you haven't gotten the hint so far, I cleaned the kitchen. It was a biological hazard, and I killed several of these cities made of pancake batter (when did I last have pancakes?) and/or chopped lemons. I hope the inhabitants don't come back and haunt me.
Deener came over one more time, this time with a bit more money, and a trip to Scholtzky's. Everything I have to say about this is in my last entry...I promised no more crying. She wants to come over again tomorrow. I'd like that.
My machine and I are in a wrestling match. I thin I got it down for the pin. Anyone know why my machine would just simply freeze for seconds a time, on regular intervals and give me blue screens? No virus I can see....
Sleepy time for Jenn. Good night, good fight.
