So you have nothing to do these days, right?
Maybe we should figure out what Greg is up to, what with all that staggering around with blood all over him....
“Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.” Winston Churchill
Nope. Not much, until the fields dry up enough to get out in them.
Last edited by CDaniel; 04-21-2012 at 01:14 AM.
I was attacked. Attacked, I say!
Haggis sic'ed a pack of little chainsaws with paws on me. I think I outran the little devils though.
I was thinking if we ever needed to liven up the saloon, we could invite this guy.
But looking around, I'm not sure he could compete.
I do horrible things to punctuation.
If I wanted a label I'd tattoo a barcode on my ass.
You know it's all fun and games until one of those petal-winged harbingers of death sticks its proboscis in your eye and sucks your gray-matter out through your retina.
Beware! Stranger wandering into the saloon. Looking for the demon that wandered out of Miss Kitty Sunday. I done read all about it in that there story posted in SYW - suckered me in thinking it was about hunger. But now I'm out looking for the demon. Nasty one!
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
Yes, Katy. Don't let their cute little faces or silly costumes fool ya'. They're demons on four paws.
Someone call for a demon?
Not if you're a demon too.
I missed Reg!
I'm a demon, he's a demon, don'cha wanna be a demon too?
*tickles the ivories with a feather duster*
Hmmm, encouraging Haggis...
I think Beggin' Strips might do the trick...
Reg was here and I was out. WHY?!
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Good job, Greg!
This is Friday night. (Okay, Saturday morning.) Shouldn't this saloon be opened until at least 2 am?
Heck, people wander in and out of here at such odd hours one would think they owned the place.