You guys aren't getting rid of me that easily.
I was gone for a while. I retreat to a small island in the south pacific every now and again, where I inhabit a small grass hut on the beach for weeks at a time, living on coconuts and having my way with mermaids. It is in that tiny hut that all of my massive Discoweb posts are constructed on a magical golden typewriter.
Steve has an island out there as well, but he's built an evil lair on his. He's really bringing the neighborhood down. I've asked the homeowner's association to do something about it, but between Hitler, Earhart, and Elvis, they just can't agree on a course of action.
I filed a formal complaint a few weeks ago, when Steve shot the sheriff, but Hitler maintained it wasn't a big deal, as he didn't shoot the depute. As if shooting
one isn't enough to send a memo? What's
wrong with people today, anyway?.
Not even a day after I arrived home, I took a small trip up north to buy something that simply ended up being a pointless, yet entertaining vacation. I've only just arrived home.
Cheers,
Kennith