Oh dear. Lot’s of thangs happenin’, goin’ down. So, Max was delivered from the clutches of dire straits by cinching a second residency. Cajun, bluegrass and old-timey night at a swanky resturant. None to shabby. I was enraptured to get news of this through the cellist, for ’tis nothing short of a Miracle.
In other news Mr.X is not on the Flex, having lost his benefits of late; speaking of which. So did Gung Fu. He and Hannibal are at each others’ throats. Hannibal is a thief and a liar, which pisses Gung Fu off. It pisses me off. Something’s gonna give.Bye for now. Back to reading.
tempus legendi
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