Rose To Rachel: You Cry You Get

You Need A New Hobby, Rachel. Something Other Than Nasty Little Men With Visions Of World Domination.

You Tried To Slide His Original Curse Back Onto Him?” Al Said In Wonder. “at The Restaurant? And I Stopped You? Sweet Mother Pus Bucket!” He Exclaimed, And I Swear, Dust Sifted From The Ceiling. “rachel, We Have To Work On This Communication Thing.

The Undead Did Not Love, But They Remembered Love With A Savage Loyalty.

I Wish I Could Say I Write 9-5. It's Usually More Like 8-6, Every Day But The Weekends.

They Tried To Kill Me,” He Said, His Brow Furrowed As He Glared At Them. “you Saw Them!” “yeah?” I Spouted Off. “they Weren’t Very Good At It!” (trent And Rachel)