That's....um....wow. Yeah. Well, I'm sure Montana will be different. I've been through there, nothing but wide open spaces and cattle. Probably not many thugs with guns.

Not sure I would be bragging about that

Hello. I'm from ohio.

welcome

I like to write flawed poetry sometimes. This one was supposed to be a scary poem.

Pandora, Mother-In-Law of Dracula

Mirror, mirror on the pale wall
who's the most horrible of all?
Sorry, Dracula to make the call
but it's your ex mother-in-law.
Vampira, did you hear that?
You sure are one retarded bat.
Vampira, I want to be number one.
Number two just ain't any fun.
You don't even cast a reflection.
Why do you need the introspection?
Oh my god speak of the devil.
I think I hear the evil.
Dracula, come out and play.
Vampira, make her go away.
You opened the box on a dare.
You have to face your nightmare.
I didn't know it was your mother.
Not till I opened it did I discover.
Vampira, cut me some slack, please.
She makes me feel ill-at-ease.
Dracula, we will outsmart the fox.
We will lure Pandora back in the box.
Yeah, but what do we use for bait?
Isn't it really way too late?
We will use dust; She hates that.
Then we slam the lid on the bat.
Vampira, you're wickedly terrible.
Dracula, you are the most horrible.