Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Terrible First Line Competition Entry 2

By the time the puddles of olive oil and poodle fat had stopped burning, Terrence found himself deeply annoyed- not so much because he was dead, but because he would now never be able to tell Tina how little the last three years worth of Friday Fish n' Fungus meals had meant to him.

I swear, the quest for completed content will be brought to conclusion, dear readers.