Really. What ever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV? You miss your old familiar friends, waiting just around the bend!
Well geez. My familiar friends are all on some terror campaign or something, cause I'm surely the only one that's posted lately. This is like the soap opera for crucial kids. Everyone's like, "What's gonna happen next time? Will John's mind snap, causing him to wreak havoc on the art department? Will Mikey awake one day to find himself aswath in nubile, giggly froo froo girls? Will Kildoo vie for his inheritance by killing Nate Beard, his own brother? Will Nate Beard, likewise, be murdered by Kildoo, his own brother? Will Christina ever watch the CKY videos? Will Danny ever post again?"
It seems dubious, to say the least, to know for certain what is to come. But I can tell that mighty things are afoot, both terrible and wonderful, and the most terrible things stem from the fact that I have no life.
Farewell...