Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Well, whad'ya know!

I was walking home late one afternoon about four months ago. As I walked past an old house I saw some feller trying to get his groceries out from the boot of his car, but he seemed to be having trouble with it as he had a cast on his right arm. I offered to give him a hand, he said sure thanks buddy, I carried his stuff into his house and next thing I know I wake up in the dark and on the floor of his basement. I stayed there for four months without a fucken chance of getting out. And none of you fuckers called the cops or asked around. Gee, "thanks". Anyhoo, I'm back now and despite the deep mental scars I'll try and get things back to normal. I've got about 3000 things that need to be done but, hey, nice to be back.


7 comments:

  1. Oh, I knew. I was the one who paid for it.

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  2. Haha. You enjoyed the peace and quiet, eh.

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  3. I had to. We had a daughter in early august so all my days of peace and quiet are over for at least twenty years. This was my last chance of some stillness before my life was over.

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  4. Jocke, haha. Big congrats on the daughter! Have you begun introducing her to Japanese monsters yet? xD

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  5. We watched the first Gamera the other day!

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