Front Page Gossip: Seth "Terrorsaurus" Knisley Eats Grass
It's true. My sources tell me that witnesses saw Knisley on all fours in the SA corporate park yesterday feasting on a lunch of grass. This just goes to show you that he cannot be trusted to update the front page and is probably a member of the Communist Party. He also smells like Cheetos.
I really did go to a beer taste festival called "Hops of Fun" this past weekend. We were up at Mackinac Island for a late one year anniversary of our marriage, and it just happened that they had this huge festival a stones throw away from our hotel. I sampled a lot of microbrews that I've never heard of before and most of them were damn good, but the beer snobbery was evident and the trendy names and packaging was a little extreme. I guess people get really bored with beer and have to jazz it up a little, just like they do with coffee and PEZ dispensers. I did try a couple cigars as well. My favorite was the Churchill, and I wrote most of my update slightly drunk while sitting next to Lake Huron with a big stogie in my mouth, chuckling like a deranged mob boss. That explains a lot about my update!
Your lair. Maybe you lure victims to it, maybe you hide in it between killings, or maybe you haunt it 24/7 because you’re tragically confined by a curse. Whatever the situation, for most of us monsters, a living/un-living space is an important part of our identities. In this column, Monstergeddon award winners share their lair tips and techniques!
Works great on my child, who hasn't barked at all for as long as she's worn the apparatus. When she turns three, we will remove it for a trial period.
Try not to break your console while I try not to break my cyber brain.
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