Thursday, June 25, 2009
The Fearless Gnome
Alas, at Printers Row, something came over me ... something ... I dunno.
First, I cut myself flossing ... how might that happen, you ask.
Then, a thirst ... no, not for Mountain Dew ... something red ... well, I like wine, but it wasn't wine either.
... or Punch flavored Hawaiian Punch.
Yeah, I craved it.
And when this feeling came across me, I knew I needed it.
But not ordinary blood, no, not that... something ... exotic.
Ever more ... I wanted Author Blood!
Anyway, as the thirst came over me, I turned to the other authors in our tent, and let long wicked fangs erupt from my mouth.
I reached for them - the authors, not the fangs - and ...
... that's when the fearless gnome attacked.
To be continued...