All The World's a Stage
Monday, December 12, 2005
For mic
Mic, being too lazy to call Kate and figure out how to attach herself to this blog, has FORCIBLY made me post this (against my will, mind you). Redundancy aside, on the twenty second (improper usage just to spite her) she will be gather our kinda folks at her corral. Make sure you bring some clams or some spirits or she will prove she is the root-tootennist cowgirl in these here hills and ride you out on a rail. She has plenty bedding on her space station. So all ye little elves be wary, the Christmas spirit has infected old humbug mic, and she wants you all there. If you want useful information call her.
In bastardizing everything Mic stands for,
Sterling Metz
