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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
Bio
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
I am not that arrog-Okay, but it has been a little slow lately and I haven't written a sex scene in awhile, coincidence?-ant.
The game slowed down right around the time I hinted to Marlene and Marc skinny-dipping and then had Samuels cock-block everyone with borrowed swimming attire... so you may have a point there.
And not to rush anybody or make things seem more dire then they actually are, but... we are about to enter the 20 day countdown to the end of the season.
If we don't make it to 375 fairly soon, plans may have to be scrapped and endings may have to be rushed for all of us to stick the landing, with the MME being cancelled outright in favor of next season. And given a few characters are relying on that thing to happen, it'd suck to have to move it. But it can't really start right in the middle of everyone already doing their thing.
So if you're not entering the endgame for the season, best get a move on. We're in the homestretch!*
*He says, about to enter a Batman and Superman crossover arc at the tail end things.
And all I know on top of that is that if you try to two-time your love interests, they'll trick you into agreeing to a threesome so they can tie you up and leave you there.
In my day that game was called Leisure Suit Larry... although they didn't bother with the monsters... unless you count STD riddled hookers.
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>