Thanks! Let me know when they’re happening and I may well show up.

So, it’s been a while since I’ve dropped by. Why? In a nutshell, Life.

A brief update:

I’m now living in the San Francisco Bay Area with my father. At the moment, I am attending a junior...

With words that have roughly the consistency of motor oil:

There is no way we could add anything to the pathos of your poetic muse.

"Wrong side of the tracks"?!?! My friends and family "villains"!?!?!

He continues, apparently addressing the late Mr. Panache, all the while gesticulating wildly

You bloody puffed up arrogant...

Slowly slinking from his corner by the fire, and only after a great Homeric effort, almost completely draining his mental faculties, Coemgen resurrects the ancient ghost of a memory of an appropriate...

May her memory be eternal.

Fidelium animæ per misericordiam Dei requiescant in pace.

Congratulations, and welcome back!

:clap:

I've always loved word play; could you send them over here as well?

867 so far!

Here Mr. Livingston! Come over here by the fire, no-one else is near enough to hear.

If Chuck Norris put on a kilt, the universe would collapse from the sheer weight of the awesomeness.

Oh, get off it, Wompet! You're a bloody looney. We all know it's all just an act. And we all know you got next to nothing when your partnership with Jamie dissolved.

To the crowd of onlookers
...

Well, whoever did it, it sure as *#%& wasn't me! I've been in everyone's view the entire evening! Besides, I'm a gentleman! If I'd truly intended to kill the bas— the unfortunate Mr. Jamie, I'd have...

Coemgen stares wide eyed in a dazed stupour at the spot on the floor formerly occupied by Panache. He then slowly gazes at the half empty bottle in his hand. He thrusts it away with extreme haste,...

And it's available for all at Amazon for $0.01!

I just might have to invest a penny in a moment.

Good luck!

Woo hoo!!!

:rofl:

May their memory be eternal.

Reappearing with a newly opened bottle of Jack Daniels, Coemgen winds his way through the crowd, mumbling under his breath

Bloody upper class twits never worked a hard day's work in their lives...

My dear Mr. John, how are you doing this fine evening?

I've just popped over to give Mr. Livingston my full support in his endeavours tonight, whatever they may be. He, in his infinite wisdom, has...

Mr. Coemgen enters by shoving the door open, crushing Spasm. He proceeds to crush Spasm's right foot underneath a leather attaché case.

Mumbling various obscenities and profanities under his...

Fortunately, I'm able to use my mad Eagle Scout skills to keep us alive … for now, anyway …

:rofl:

Fortunately, I'm already broke and unemployed (starving student and all that), so I'm not loosing anything, and the job I hope to have (after grad school, of course) has very good job...