Chapter 16. Holding out for a home life

[thebestseller]

Man-twin, pack up your bags. I, among others, have joined the elite ranks of the Guides and now have the illustrious job of welcoming naked people to this crazy hippie commune.

Which means we now get CUSHY SECTION 4 DIGS. Heat. Air. SPACE in which you can conduct your science and play with your star-friend. Let's get going already and into the lap of luxury.

[Hastily added in.]

Boss. Buddy. Pal. Section 4 only has two bedrooms, I'm afraid. So unless you like couches...

Comments

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

So sad too bad.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

You are clearly heartbroken. Devastated, even. However will you cope?

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

I think I'll grow my hair long, buy a lot of eyeliner and write songs about it on my guitar.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Songs about your eyeliner?

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

No my tragic past, duh Phantom.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course. The one you barely remember.

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

Clearly this means angst about that very idea.

Crawwwwling innn my skinnnnn...

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

What he said.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

All the better for composing lyrics.