For the pleasure of the audience....

..... I have updated the featured things.

Weltanshuuang

Ok, fine Rachel, I'll post. ............. .. .. .. , YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*cough cough* *wheeze* *fall on floor, wait until my blood sugar goes down* *get up, dust myself off and continue with post* ANYway, I have nothing to post. *Sighs* *Thinks* *Lightbulb ignites over head*




The Custard Has Left the Creamery

Update No. 5

I forgot to mention that I received a very nice Takamine Jasmine S34C NEX for my birthday. That's a guitar, if you are wondering. I updated all my featured jigamathingies, and to appease the Madscientist gods, I used a guitar that WASN'T A GIBSON!! HOLY COW!! Refried beans rawk, amen.

Death In The Family 2

Pandora, my pet rat, died on Monday, I think it was a stroke. I knew it was coming for a while, so it wasn't a shock or anything, and I didn't want her to live too long after her sister died because she was so lonely.

Update No.4 in R major

I've updated the guitar, ride, quote, and have changed the featured livestock to featured livestock/RAT! Check it out, comment, and vote for Pedro.

Update No.3

Hello all. I've added the Featured Livestock, er.... feature under the Pajamas Media voting booth. The first featured livestock is an Ankole cow. Enjoy, live long and prosper, eat sauerkraut, and love rats.

Freestyle Writing pt.2

The pink fuzz shot out of the gaping hole in the space alien's scaly abdomen at such a velocity that Merv reformed into a puce hummingbird out of the pile of thousand island dressing that he was blasted into by the martians' freem death blasters.
The martians were clearly surprised, but that didn't last long. The opened up their pain-ray emitters, and despite Merv's ducking and weaving, he was hit in the middle of his little feathery tummy, and dropped into a vat of Mountain Dew. Of course, Mountain Dew is to hummingbirds as spinach is to Popeye, so Merv came back to consciousness with vengeance.
The air was filled with a bass thrum thrum thrum thrum. A giant hummingbird, streaked hot pink and lime green, rose from the vat dripping pop. It was at least six feet tall, and its wings created a ethereal blur around it. Its lengthy bill was razor tipped, a fact which the bird knew and utilized on three aliens before they realized they were getting attacked.
The beak was now covered with gore and green blood. Merv was mad, because they had killed his friend of course, but there was something about them killing him too that enraged him.


P.S. The featured guitar is hot, and I found someone who wrote just like me: Frederick Douglass. Read his book, The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass.