“Gunther, I know what I’m doing,” Lolita Goth laughed, taking the toolbox out of the closet.
“But, I’m just worried for you,” Gunther replied, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Why?” Lolita asked, walking back to the kitchen, “I’ve taken so many classes, and you’ve seen how I fixed the shower, the toilet, and the trash compactor. How is a dishwasher so different?”
“Okay then,” Gunther finally smiled, “I’ll be in the parlour.”
He sat in the parlour for a good twenty minutes, flipping through a book. He heard the clunking noises, the clanging of metal on metal. Then a crackling noise.
And then Lolita’s terrified, high-pitched scream.
Gunther awoke with a start. It was always the one dream. He hated himself for letting Lolita fix the dishwasher. He sh…Read more >
Well this is... interesting... These blog/avatar/masthead features are adding a kind of social-networking feel to Wikia. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just different. Strange, too. So, I'm just trying out the blog thing, so don't expect much from this post. :)
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