I am realising I need to research old oar driven ships.
I am trying to think of a good name for the third ship.
I am probably going to steal the name my brother came up with in our DnD game.
United States of America Presidential Dogs (They didn't have a U dog type on the American kennel club website, so I recalled Barney from watching the daily Show and made up this answer.)
I am struck by my muse once more.
I am curious to see how many chapters I can flood Poly with before she tells me to slow down.
I am going to be surprised if my muse keeps up for as long as I would like to go.
I am going to make a tim's run pretty soon.
I am thinking Boston Cream and Walnut Crunch.
I am also done my latest chapter
I am happy I decided against a purely fanservice lemon scene.
primarily its the overeating the chemical in turkey which triggers tiredness is in such low concentrations that you probably couldn't eat enough to make yourself tired.
How come when I go into drunken science zealot arguments with others I get the phone number but if I actually take the time to talk to the girl and learn her name my success rate diminishes exponentially?
You up for watching some family friendly entertainment and not picking out any real or perceived innuendo during the view.
How come people can't spell eying properly? (DROP THE GODDAMNED E!)
I am almost done my next chapter.
I am able to add a lemon scene that while not out of place or interrupting of the flow is not necessary.
I am unsure if I want to.
^ addicted to HP Fanfiction, cock, wanton violence and General Mills breakfast cereals.
< addicted to RPGs, the internet and explaining things to people who really don't care.
V addicted to love, and by that I mean V is a serial rapist.