Written by Rook Tuesday, 22 September 2009 20:46
I've been straining for a jumping off point for tonight's entry, and other than doing more website work (boring) and Brewfest quests and getting a ProtoDrake whelp (not boring to me, but probably boring to those who don't play World of Warcraft,) nothing has actually struck me as a good blog post. So instead, I'm going to tell you a bunch of disturbing things I know. First, we'll start out with a story:
My friend, K-80 and my friend Jebs once were having lunch with Jebs' mom. Apparently they were having a good time, talking, laughing, discussing college education and TV. Typical conversation a normal crew may have over lunch. Then, finally... Jebs' mom says something along this
J.Mom: Jebs, hand me the cunt, I'll eat it.
K-80: ....WHAT?
J.Mom: You know. The cunt. *points to bread* The end of the bread. That's called a cunt.
UH EXCUSE ME MRS. JEBS MOM. In what world is the end of the bread actually called the cunt of the bread? I mean, just listen to yourself when you talk! The BreadCunt?! I've heard heel. I've even heard butt. Never cunt.
Just... No. No!
(I can feel my mothers potential scorn burning through the open IM window I have with her, all because I said "cunt" in my blog.)
Second story I've got, is about incorrectly using a word, when you mean to use another.








My name is Rook, and I'm the sole writer for A Fork in the Socket (aFitS) - my personal blog. I'm a pretend writer, I'm a full-fledged twitter addict, and above all I'm a die-hard geek. You can find out more about me