It seems that Jake won't be observing Don't Cry over Spilled Milk Day, because all of the milk is going down his throat. At least, it is for now. He's just one surprise credit card bill away from the mother of all spit takes!
If he does spill that milk and ends up starting a fire while cleaning it up, I hope that he remembers it's National Emergency Number Day and phones for help. The last thing he needs is another embarrassing "Helen! What's the number for 911?" moment.
While I realize that it's Get Out Your Guitar Day, please tell Trent to keep his instrument safely put away to avoid inflicting any auditory damage on innocent bystanders. If nothing else, he could at least celebrate National Van Day by getting into the Tank first and driving far, far away. Or at least as far as you can go in an unreliable vehicle like the Tank.
Fanfic Update!
- The Betrothed, by easmith (parts 9 and 10): "Dylan wasn’t sure what he was expecting on their approach to the Atlantean home of Tíra, but a little wooden ranch on the side of an Idaho road was not it." (Part 10)
- Parting Gift, by Rémi (parts 4 and 5): "'Anyway, Quinn, if this painting is going to bring back good memories for Daria, it’d be for the best if it brought back good memories of you.' suggested Jane." (Part 5)
- runner's high, by notkimberlyerikson (COMPLETE!): "jane lane is a lanky thing. Her arms limbs sort of just hang off of her."
- Titanic - A True Story, by Sheila Wisz Ellayn (part 23): "That fateful night still seemed like everything was normal, at least for most of the passengers that had already been asleep when the iceberg incident took place."
- Unnamed story (The 1002 Deaths of Tom Sloane), by Lady Evil (COMPLETE!): "Tom's feet ached as he walked the streets of Hell. Yes, streets. He was surprised to find that Hell had cars, streets, stores, restaurants and other businesses just like any city on Earth."
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