I’ve been bound by a very shady agreement that promises to torture me with a fish unless I write on this blog once a day. And a post is a post, and at the time of writing this there’s still 8 minutes left in the day (night?). Now I know at this point most of you (I’m not pointing fingers at Bunk or Kitty) are going to have a face similar to this:
And I know that some of you (Panascakes) might have a face similar to this:
But I’m only bound by my contract until about Monday. After that I’ll probably be gone again (PROBABLY). I just thought it would seem that I had a soul if I warned you.
Good day fine sir!