Story of the Day

It infested the whole pencil case.

It bonded parts of its own tangible self to every crook and cranny it can find, not giving any chances.

I am the exterminator.

Into the garbage bin, you filthy bastard, in the shape of a kneadable eraser.

Bye scumbag.

Good riddance. Well done, self.


In addition, another thread in the story.

Veron the Old Hag Seamstress failed to show up, once again. Thus ensued the uproar of the Design students, leaving them pondering as to why such an n00b incompetent lecturer could exist.


Andth thy leaveth thou herein.

Alas, mateth.