by John Hino » Thu Sep 19, 2013 3:18 pm
Still entirely too befuddled by recent revelations, John made his way to a table without regard to dietary restraint or anyone else around him. He was completely lost in a fugue usually reserved for people who just discovered that their dog could talk... but had nothing to say but crude insults in a hard to decipher English dialect. Or that they just heard a politician tell the entire unvarnished truth. What I'm saying is that somewhere underground a snowball is melting, and it's shaped like John's brain.
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