Nothing else to blogge but my beautiful children...

So sue me. Keeping a daily blogge sucks and blows. Nobody reads this anyhow. I might as well please myself. So go take a long walk on a short pier, will yuz? And take this one, too...


The bearded fellow manhandling my son is Boligard's infamous bodyguard Landau, who I promised to pay double wages if he'd accompany us trick or treating. The TQR empire sucks all my resources, mind you, and we live in a very low rent district. Many's the time I wished I had Landau's services more often. Alas, how many more kneecaps can one man order broken? The answer is: where I live, brother man ... plen-fucking-tee!