Home Sweet Home
If you're looking for a warm welcome, you've come to the right place. We might be black as ravens at night (when it suits us), but when it comes to webmaster/surfer relations, we're whiter that even Daz-cleaned sheets. In fact, we've compiled an entire page of anecdotes and happy, happy songs about flowers to serve just such a purpose. *cough* Still, it's good for a hug and even a laugh or two, Click here for it.
Elsewise, there are
currently two seperate pages which you can play on, each as pretty and empty
as the other. There's mine, and there's Em's. To check whichever you've got
a fancy for out, point your cursor over our colourful little PowerPuff counterparts,
and give it a push.
To your left, a wonderfully vibrant breed of PowerPuff Girl can be seen. Be
sure to keep quiet and still around her - "Em," as she is know as
these
days, can be vicious if provoked, or bleeding. For the most part,
however, she is as fluffy as the next feather duster, though
- even when tickled - will spontaeneously sprout daises
before admitting said.
On your
right is a somewhat rarer breed - indeed, it has often been suggested that
this gentle specimen is indeed a PowerPuff Boy. "He" maintains
that his name
is Nially, but the creature also responds to such callings as "mosher bastard,"
"freak" and "fuck." The PowerPuff Nially is also purported
to fuck Satan
on a near regular basis, though "he" vehemently denies such claims.
That's it. More later, when I'm up to it.
Love and stuff,
Nially. -xxx-