Re: OOC
IT'S PRONOUNCED DENNIS!
Only thing it results in is me calling any o' you ASS HOLES. Yeah, I spread it, just like your cheeks before getting a non-lubricated verbal barrage. But I hesitate because I'm afraid you'll like it too much.
So no, you cannot call me Anus nor D'aenus. You will not make me the butt of your jokes! Wha..? Ah shut up.
Friends like you, drive a man to drink.
Oh, and that story is for Kat to tell, if there is a story. But I warn you, it might be the most romantic f'ing thing you've ever heard.
By the way, yes, I was dying, but I have risen again, narrowly escaping the jaws of sickly painful death. Not to talk it up or anything, but I was there, witnessed the whole thing, including that cold icy grip that was my own hand that shakily grasped that life-saving liquid, water, every time I had to pull it from the sweaty pre-dug grave that was my luke-warm drenched bed. But 'twas the miracle pills, the prescription strength pain-killers dropped off by the mother-in-law one lonely hopeless grey morning that awakened my from the torture dream and allowed me entry into the Sandman's realm once again after 4 immeasuarably extensive insomniacal "wish-death-would-take-me-and-get-it-over-with" nights (much like this post now). And with rest came some modicrum of health. That's all I needed, one grasp into the land of the living to escape that hell.
I return to you, not quite yet a man whole, but a functional man non-the-less, with the capacity to waste your lives with this pointless drivel.
I'm still getting better, so it'll be a few days yet before I'm back up to my good humor.