Hello faithful reader (aka, Mom).
Life with a gargoyle has been flipped butt over forehead. I've had to manage certain imperatives and will be taking the summer off from writing our stories. We'll be back in August or September (unless I can get a decent Internet connection on an island in a pristine - and female-less - Laurentian lake).
Kissies,
Gargoyle Toes
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While walking through Bucharest's Red Light district, I fell upon a passed-out little green creature in a strangely rodent-free alley. He had apparently been tossed out of a zoo-necrophiliac tranny bar for being too gross. I brought him back home to Montréal and he turned out to be an adequate, if pathologically flatulent, little companion. These are his stories.
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- Gargoyle Toes
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- Everyday kinda dude. With a gargoyle.