<Tiny screams burst forth as the industrial smell of chemical laden smoke erupts from Roachs hair. Tiny little streaks of energy can be seen in the smoke as infintesimally small warp capable ships escape the destruction brought down upon them.> < Cries of a future vengeance are heard >
Ok, that can't be good.
DO you smell smoke?
Group <i almost said grope but were not of Hort> Hugs abound
as Special Delivery arrives with General Tso chicken.. its Delish.
Our having a little kitty to eat never tasted better, eh? *
* Tis a old joke based on a popular homurist song done by a comedy artist in my youth.
Merry Christmas to you all. http://youtu.be/4wHFxPVt24k
Much more lively than your avatar.....looks like your most interesting man in the world is either dead in place or he has a 12 volt car battery hooked to his nipples......yes, I think he is enjoying the light smell of singed chest hair....I can smell it now.....