Battered, But Unbowed.
September 28, 2007
Virgil reappeared 11 years later
with a shock of white hair and an eyepatch.
“I hope I haven’t missed breakfast”,
he said, fastening the sewer grate behind him,
“I could really murder a pancake”.
~*~
A Column Inch
T’was a dark and stormy night, and all the ghouls were creeping… Small tales from the Dark Side. Almost fresh every Friday.
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A Column Inch 
September 28, 2007 at 10:57 am
i can’t believe my eyeball – you’re BACK!
September 28, 2007 at 11:00 am
batter?
September 28, 2007 at 11:11 am
The xGW: it certainly looks that way.
infini: you know, the stuff you make pancakes with.
September 28, 2007 at 11:58 am
ha ha ha, nice one, Mrs B.,
September 28, 2007 at 1:32 pm
So he brought his own condiments? Thoughtful.
September 28, 2007 at 1:50 pm
infini: it was funnier in my head. (But thanks.)
kyknoord: except, those aren’t raisins…
September 28, 2007 at 3:39 pm
They never are.
September 28, 2007 at 5:57 pm
you’re welcome mrs b. btw, just noticed the eye has three optic nerves… creative license? ;p
September 28, 2007 at 6:00 pm
How do you know those aren’t just… gross stringy bits? :P
September 29, 2007 at 5:48 pm
Cinnamon & honey go well with pancakes! Now I must whip some up & visit your archives … Yippy, skippy.
Smooches to V,
The Tart
; *
September 29, 2007 at 5:57 pm
Sounds a bit Klatchian to me …
October 1, 2007 at 8:04 am
I once murdered a pancake. I got away on a technicality but….deep inside…I know I want to murder another, and another…
October 1, 2007 at 2:12 pm
I’ve sat here for at least two minutes trying to make an awesomely incredible awesome comment about salt and assualt, but I got nothin’.
Just so you know.
October 1, 2007 at 2:38 pm
The Tart: that’s awfully sweet of you, dear.
Parenthesis: I thought they just drank coffee. Why aren’t you on Facebook?
Fatman: I once sliced up a Brussels Sprout. But that was a hate crime.
crayola dude: the important thing is, you tried.
And showed up.
October 1, 2007 at 7:00 pm
The Book of Faces is not nearly as entertaining as the Column Inch Mrs B. Although it does have a graveyard …..
[and yes, the new url is here to stay. Probably]
October 1, 2007 at 11:46 pm
Parenthesis: ‘Your Facebook, My Ass’ has a graveyard? How fascinating. I may have to crank up the generator and take another look at it…
Naaah.
October 2, 2007 at 7:13 pm
S’true Mrs B. With ghosts, and zombies [headless] and skeletons and everything. You can even have your own headstone [I chose: R.I.P Rigor Mortis]. I wanted a headless horseman too, but he declined, on account of the noise the ghosts were making [rattling their chains and such].
Oh, and there’s a pumpkin too ;)
October 2, 2007 at 7:47 pm
[…] Mrs B, I told ya so […]
October 3, 2007 at 9:59 am
That’s lovely, dear. But not a patch on the one I have at home.
October 3, 2007 at 7:41 pm
I would never dare to even dream of competing with YOU Mrs B. I do know my limitations ;)
October 4, 2007 at 3:40 pm
That’s what I like to hear. Now, be a dear and fetch me my voulge and a sandwich.
October 4, 2007 at 8:23 pm
I actually had to look voulge up Mrs B. Had no idea what it was. You should add a banner up front, learn something new about medieval 14th century arms here! Or something.
October 5, 2007 at 12:55 pm
I try to have a little something for everyone.
October 8, 2007 at 10:17 am
Voulge? Sounds dirty.
I want one.