I've reached 100. Not in years stupid, I'm much older than that, but immortal, so what's the difference hey? No, 100 pages of my graphic novel has been drawn and I'm looking hot, except the bit where I turn into a goat, not so sure about that. I've had words let me tell you. It's going to be a few pages longer, maybe 120, and should be finished by Greedmas. Not that I celebrate it - apart from the food and the receiving presents parts.
So, here's another page. This is the bit where I give the vicar a fright with my birthmark. Suzy had seen it before, but thought it was a bunch of flowers. What a dumbass!
It was my birthday last month. Not a card, not a present, not a phone call. Sigh... The 7th of September. Mark the date in your diary next year or I make a date for you with my Daddy. A very long date. Kapish?
I despise you and leave you with a story from my anals. When a consignment of my greetings cards with invoice number 666 was sent to a particular shop a couple of years ago, the lucky recipient was awarded with an original drawing of my handsome self. The weeks passed and no acknowledgement was forthcoming. This was looked into. The lady in question was thankful for the present, but not the fact that her computer was stolen from the shop on the same day and thought it might be connected. You see, I have powers at my disposal. Cackle.
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