How the Grinch Stole Dinner For Fiends
The avarice never ends! "I want news updates and reviews. I want a podcast. I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get bored and sell it to make glue." Look, I don't wanna make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid, and so's the idea of having a Christmas edition of your precious Dinner for Fiends!
The nerve of those Dread Central staffers. Inviting me on their podcast -- on such short notice! Even if I wanted to be on it, my schedule wouldn't allow it. 4:00, wallow in self-pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me - I can't cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.
No. I will not. I hate them. I hate that podcast. Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double Hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY! This time the bad guy is going to win!
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