Ass Burger Boy saw me sitting in front of the blank editing screen of blogdom and asked me if I was going to update my blog. I have no idea why he likes to read it, except that the stories involve him and people he knows.
Today I have no stories. Late last night the smoke detector kept shreiking and the fire department sent a truck. Firefighters entered my flat and surprised the heck out of me, but the whole structure was searched and we didn’t find any real reason it went off.
See? If you cannot craft a story about three strangely-clad men barging into your house you might as well take the day off.
I’m gonna. My brain hurts.







