Wednesday, April 22, 2009

My Brain is So Fried, Zombies Wouldn't Even Want It

I feel like Stretch Armstrong must have felt. My arms and legs can only go so far before they get ripped from their sockets and I scream in agony and blood might spurt out and...well, you get the idea.

I'm close to finishing the vamp story and will send that off with a hearty "Good Luck" and a smack on its backside.

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