This is probably the only LtM update that will be fired from the front desk of a crappy hotel somewhere near the Austin airport. Most of LumCorp along with a random Canadian who resembles Eminem (“You want to die? You want to wake up in the middle of the night with a chainsaw over your head? Change that name. I swear. Damn you.”) who resembles Mr. Poppinfresh are now stranded in Austin thanks to Continental discovering that scheduling flights is HARD.
When I was a young punk I dyed my hair, sneered at everyone, and thought “Kill your parents” was an arch joke. Now my generation dyes their hair (to hide the grey), sneers at the camera, and exhorts you to let your parents die for their stock options. We have
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As entertainment a while back, I used to tell the story of World War One. It was great fun at parties. I’d get rolling during work lunches at bougie little lunch places, and half of the establishment would be staring balefully at our table around the time I cut