This mare was not right in the head and wouldn't you know it... her name was Moon Struck. She had this thing for leather-bound canteens. She would always offer me one every time I came over for a visit. What started out as an innocent hobby of collecting canteens has turned into an obsession. She has canteen earrings, a dress made out of canteens. Furthermore, she has hundreds upon hundreds of canteens filled with blood in her basement.
Moon Struck would beckon me to go into the basemen
If it wasn't for those bloody flat-screen televisions they have now, then I would still be pursuing my career as an expert television sitter. 'Twas an exciting job. People would call and tell me that their telly has gotten tired and that they needed someone to sit for it because televisions can't sit on their own.
Now, television sitting was a very dangerous job. The telly had to be turned to channel 3.0006 and not a fraction more or less. If you were to have the channel just a hair off, the
