3 Replies to “Drekky Father’s Day”

  1. Ouch! That was bad. Teaches me not to drink in mixed company. Even so, it was a privilege to hang out with you, RainbowSmite, Zippy Toe Tag, Vendetta Violent, Berger, Zendead, “The” Mr. Johnson, and Kit. I was also pleased to meet several associates from previous sprinting exercises:
    One Punch
    Flatline
    Ursa
    “Judge” Reinhold
    Tab
    Old Dog
    Bedlam
    Cassandra
    Train
    Rust
    Weber
    Mr. Smith
    George
    Glimmer Shade
    Dr. Burk
    Meathead
    Maia (geeked a toxic shaman in one shot)
    Akdo
    James di Gritz
    Viktor “Sledgehammer” Korolenko
    Mutt Malone
    Mord
    Dogged
    Zephyr (who attempte
    Jack Cross
    Tom
    No Name
    Olaf
    Valerie
    Kato
    Whisper
    Kai
    Drive Thru RPG
    Nom de Plume
    Jimmy la Beau
    Lilly
    Xavier
    Clint (despite that bull drek astral plane shedim geeking tale)
    Alas, none of the above are their real names, but you know who you are and I’m much the better for meeting you.

    On a sad note, RIP to Ken, who opted to resolve a misunderstanding with NYPD, Inc by diving off a tall bridge en route to his new job in Manhattan. I told him, that with his prime talents, never to get out of bed for less than 30k ¥. And that his acting sucked. He shoulda listened.

    Finally, if Raspberry Jam is monitoring, I’ll shoot you a text to pick up that Ares item. I just gotta pay my dry cleaning bill first.

  2. I would have gone with a bright and glowing epitaph of my father’s greatness. After all the goal was to get the “others” to hate your father.

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