Grim Sighed Heavily. "i Swear I'm Getting

I’m Stuck Fighting. (acheron) You’re Stuck Fighting. But You’re Welcome To Come Share My Beach Any Time You Get Tired Of The Brawl. (savitar) Save Me A Spot. If This Blows Up In My Face, I’ll Be Back With My Tail Forever Tucked Between My Legs. (acheron)

It’s A Responsibility That I Take Most Seriously, So Excuse Me For Banning You From Killing Them Because You Have Reverse Pms. (acheron) Reverse Pms? (artemis) Yeah, Unlike A Normal Woman, You’re Cranky Twenty-eight Days Out Of The Month. (acheron)

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)

Three Out Of Four Demons Prefer Barbeque Sauce Over Hemoglobin

Good Question. (acheron) I Have A Better One. How Are We Going To Clean Up This Mess? (kyrian) Nah, Mine’s Even Better. How Do You Hide A Chainsaw In Your Locker At School? I’m Thinking They’re Not Going To Stop, And While The School Has A Strict No-weapons Policy, I Don’t Think The Plastic Sporks In The Cafeteria Are Going To Do Much To Combat Them. I Need Protection, Man. Serious Protection. (nick)