Our mission

Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?

Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.

Friday, February 6, 2009

I, for one, welcome our new Cnidarian masters

How can I put this nicely except...You're all going to DIE!


Egg said...

Do they make good eating - has Al Gore sampled a few tonnes, yet?

Margo's Maid said...

The evidence seems to suggest that he may have, Mr Egg.

Anonymous said...

Tastes just like chicken!

TW: asesepo

like a yank misspelled.