Good God, if I see another post on this site whining about the Coronavirus postponing their favorite convention or movie, I'll puke. Me? I'm worried about my elderly parents who are already in poor health surviving it. Priorities, people.
Wait, people still watch The Oscars? Why? They have meant absolutely nothing since that worthless piece of dren Forrest Gump beat out both Pulp Fiction and The Shawshank Redemption in 94. I haven't seen Klaus yet, but if I loved it, I'd be insulted if the Academy actually liked it.
I wrote this a few months ago and have been debating whether or not to post it for fear it might give off some unintentional Gilda And Meek spoilers. As it stands it's ambiguous enough to not give too much away and brief enough to stand on its own. For the record, the story is confusing. If...
Hello, Light Lucario. My 4th of July went pretty well. I just want to mention that today is my birthday. I got a couple of nice cards with a little birthday money. We'll be having another barbecue tonight with plenty of birthday cake. I hope you'll be able to wish me a Happy Birthday.