"Hello. Welcome to cjmcjmcjmcjm's ugly house, the only house where octopi can be eaten whole."
With these words, my newlywed host offered me three glasses of beer. I accepted, but found swallowing difficult because my uvula is on fire.
T'is the end. It is nigh. We are doomed! The Grues incoming, ready the lamps, fetch the towels!
Thus ended the tense-confused tale that began when Ninetales' dapper visage farted and died.
To be continued...
Seven days after, I found myself playing a game of fizzbin against
There was also a large horse in the room, taking up most of it.