053. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Milkshakes. Yum. Not so good though without greasy fries to dip. Beggars can't be choosers though I really hate to have to walk all the way to the nearest B rank establishment do get what I want. Whatever happened to one stop eating? I think it went the same place as Eden.

Speaking of which. Cops? You don't do much right? Here. Call an Amber Alert.

MISSING ANGRY IRISH MIDGET
Name: Eden Mac Cionaoith
Height: short
Weight: easy enough to toss and carry
Answers to: "Lucky", "Hey You", "Speak Slowly So I Can Understand You"
Last seen: In the company of a suspicious man of Middle Eastern descent. He's got a kind of perversion as you can see.
 

In the meantime... What do any of you do for a living? Enough of you sit around and worry about people. Who likes puzzles? And when I say puzzles I'm not talking about put these things together and make Scooby Doo. I mean, let's solve ourselves a mystery. Jinkies!

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

They make ipods that look like skulls? Way to go Apple.

[intellectspirit.livejournal.com]

Nice one. I bet you break hearts right and left with that patter.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

That's just how I roll. I'm sure you do the same. Roll I mean.

[intellectspirit.livejournal.com]

I also float without expensive computer effects or hallucinogens.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You must make a killing around Halloween.

[intellectspirit.livejournal.com]

Usually Halloween's all work and no play.