Lotsa Pasta

Look at us, Ramses. Here, again, reading submissions from our once-loyal fan Danny boy. And here we are, again, looking for Danny. It’s been a couple months since Halloween and we still don’t have any sign of him. Is he out there? Hopefully. Is he still sending us requests? No, not at all. Do I miss it? Maybe. It’s hard to say if you miss something until it’s gone, right? At the time, I was like, why? Why keep sending me stuff that I don’t know if we’re ever going to read? Yanno know what I mean? But now, like the effervescent sunrise to sunset, you look out into the horizon and wonder… Where the fuck is Danny? What the hell, Danny. C’mon, man. Send me a message on Facebook. Send me an email (LPCaptainDeath@gmail.com). Danny come back. Any kind of fool could see. There was something in everything you sent us. Danny come back. You can blame most of it on me. I was wrong(maybe) and I just can’t live without you(I mean, I can, but it would be funnier if you sent us more stuff). Anna’s Gift (28:29) by Ben W. Dega