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[Aug. 9th, 2009|08:58 pm] |
Figure now that I'm giving lessons, I might as well open up the library to general consumption, not all of it 'course, and not without appointment.
Name's Robert Singer, most folk call me Bobby, people in the know back home used to joke that the library at the Singer Salvage Yard rivaled the one in Vatican City. Don't know if that's true or not, since I've never been to the Vatican, but it's pretty extensive, be good research for people taking folklore classes or people who're just DIY about getting rid of house ghosts.
Anyone interested in taking a look around just drop me a line or give me a call [phone #] to set up an appointment. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2009|11:41 pm] |
Hey, Cass, check under your bed. I got you something to help with school. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2009|11:51 pm] |
Okay, seriously, if I hear any more sex noises, I'm going to start stabbing and never stop. SHUT UP.
Also, I'm out of juice boxes. Get on that, hooded guys. Fruit punch Juicy Juice, in the boxes. Or you die. |
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