A week prior to Jumpin' Pews
Poor, poor Vera. Really, if the redneck were anyone else, she'd sort of, almost, not-quite, but kinda-sorta feel sorry for the Gypsy.
Because Thorn had planned out, and was fully prepared to execute a surprise field trip for herself and Vera. There was a c0cky swagger to carry her along the path that led to Vera's home. The redneck'd tucked her thumbs into the front pockets of her jeans to keep from imitating Monty Burns. Sort of ruined the whole "let's go have a fun day!" image if you were drumming your finger tips together with vulture shoulders and a McCreeperson expression on your face while you hissed "eh-ksellent."
Just, wouldn't do.
Belled rings chimed merrily, in a rather erratic way, when she finally got around to RAPPING her knuckles on Vera's front door. Hi, hey, how y' doin'? Open the damn door! Might be a bell wearing cop.
Poor, poor Vera. Really, if the redneck were anyone else, she'd sort of, almost, not-quite, but kinda-sorta feel sorry for the Gypsy.
Because Thorn had planned out, and was fully prepared to execute a surprise field trip for herself and Vera. There was a c0cky swagger to carry her along the path that led to Vera's home. The redneck'd tucked her thumbs into the front pockets of her jeans to keep from imitating Monty Burns. Sort of ruined the whole "let's go have a fun day!" image if you were drumming your finger tips together with vulture shoulders and a McCreeperson expression on your face while you hissed "eh-ksellent."
Just, wouldn't do.
Belled rings chimed merrily, in a rather erratic way, when she finally got around to RAPPING her knuckles on Vera's front door. Hi, hey, how y' doin'? Open the damn door! Might be a bell wearing cop.