We received the following letter by Fedex this morning.
“Dear Imaignary Scenes
MeRorybootsbeard.
I found her!
I don’t need to waste time on your site any more! I don’t need you! I’ve got a girlfriend. I’VE GOT MYSELF A GIRLFRIEND!
Would you believe it? Ten minutes walk from my house, there were lots of girls, standing in a field, all sisters, and all naked.
Haha!
Fuck you!
Rory.”
How about that? We sit here, holding tight, worrying about Rory, waiting to post our tale of derring do on the high seas, and then he goes and leaves us for some stupid cows.
We wanted to publish a story today, an account of those lost three weeks in March and April when we didn’t post a thing.
But, now, I need some time off to recover. At least another day. It’s not easy being dumped, you know.
