Ultimate Houde
UC's Resident Genetic Recombinator
Since Ice has been gone for the last few days, Project has been without his bestest friend ever. Whenever I sign on to Messenger, he jumps all over like a puppy when you come home. Our conversations are usually short, direct, and nonsensical. One day we spent the whole five minutes like we were high caliber Christians searching the internet for sinners, the next we where, um, being ourselves I think. This whole opening paragraph really doesn't have a point, but hey, I just made you waste you time reading these 90 words.
The other day I log in, Project jumps all over me, I take him outside to pee and poop, comeback inside, yell at him for eating one of my shoes, and settle in to read the paper.
He brings me this.
I read it. Stop. Read it again, and ask him why he brought me this paper.
He replies that it's Wade Wilson.
So Wade is alive, and not pregnant like we all thought. Let's get blogs, and leave him encouraging comments, shall we?
The other day I log in, Project jumps all over me, I take him outside to pee and poop, comeback inside, yell at him for eating one of my shoes, and settle in to read the paper.
He brings me this.
I read it. Stop. Read it again, and ask him why he brought me this paper.
He replies that it's Wade Wilson.
So Wade is alive, and not pregnant like we all thought. Let's get blogs, and leave him encouraging comments, shall we?