In light of the news that Nick Wilson/57 Miles shitcanned one of my favorite grid podcasts Second Rant with Prokovy Neva over apparent Crimes Against Muttonity, I wrote this happy little story:
Oh, sure, you think those sheep you count to get to sleep are sweet and innocent, but I know better.
It's a conspiracy. The counting sheep want to take over the world.
I was only pretending to sleep the other night when the sheep came by for me to count. I closed my eyes and made snoring sounds, so the sheep felt comfortable letting their guard down.
They used my bedroom as a staging area for their campaign of global domination, preparing signs that said "Eat Less Mutton" and "If You Eat Us, How Can Perverts Have Sex With Us?"
Apparently, Nick's taken a shining to the old tune Paperlate by Genesis, where there's no reason to be nice on the way up because he's not coming down.
Uh huh.
Dude, even floating couches fall sometimes. (Especially when Raz sets themto Physical out from under me... heh!)
