Night on top of the mountain of Purgatory.
tWBS: So, what's gonna happen?
Senor: Beats me. After all, I'm not gonna be with you. All I can do is watch.
tWBS: Wait, seriously? You can't come and watch? But which commenter's going to escort me through all of Heaven?
Senor: Why would you want
This is the weekend that Cinderella stories go to die. Traditionally. We'll see if this weekend is any different. Here is the schedule (all times Eastern)
Congratulations to Doktor Zymm for guessing last week's hidden theme of songs performed by Shawn and Gus on Psych!
For those of you prudes
tWBS: Why am I nervous?
Senor: Because as I said, this is the lust terrace upcoming, and you posted compilations of sexy pictures on the Internet for multiple years?
tWBS: Hey, they weren't pornographic!
Senor: Yeah, but society's a bunch of prudes.
tWBS: And you did it too!
Senor: Like twice? Probably a difference there,
Yes, it's THAT weekend!
You can already see that 2021 will be a LOT better than 2020 because we have ourselves 6 (SIX!) Wild Card games this weekend!
And there are some very tasty matchups, as you can see below:
Saturday 10:00 AM Pacific - Team Nipple at Team DickSaturday 1:40 PM Pacific
Place and time: Walking up into the sixth terrace of Purgatory, right after Mozart ditched them.
tWBS: You know, I've been wondering. I've gone through Hell and Purgatory, and dealt with a whole ton of people on the way. And I could understand them all. Why?
Senor: Okay, first off, out of
It's a new year and we have a chance to start fresh!
Shut up, U2. I know.
Anyhoo, let's make the best of it, shall we? You all have outdone yourselves this last week with the pics. A hearty well done and "Keep up the good work!"
I continue to
As this post goes live, the New Year will be starting in the United Kingdom, Ireland, Portugal, Senegal, Liberia, Sierra Leone, THE Gambia, Guinea-Bissau, Guinea, Mauritania, Côte D'Ivoire, Togo, Ghana, and Burkina Faso.
That also means that the UK is officially OUT of the European Union. Many in Scotland are
Place: Walking into the fifth terrace of Purgatory, when…
Voice: Adhaesit pavimento anima mea. My soul cleaves to the dust; revive me with Your Word.
A soul lays prostrated on the ground.
tWBS: Hey buddy, you okay? And can you speak up? I can't really hear you mumbling into the ground.
Voice: My soul
My original idea for this post was to have a special treat for you today. Instead of using the pictures you had submitted in the previous week, I was planning on providing an extra special Christmas present by giving you a themed set of pictures.
However, Mr. Spur changed all
It's the next morning on Purgatory.
tWBS: Hey, wake up.
Senor: Ugh, I slept like I was on a rock. (He checks his "pillow.") Oh, that explains it.
tWBS: I hear footsteps.
Senor: It sounds like running. Towards here.
tWBS: Welcoming party?
Senor: No! This is the terrace of sloth, so… penance, actually.
Slothful Soul: (running by
While this year things will be a LOT different, there is something eternal about giving each other gifts and telling each other how much we care for each other.
As you may or may not know, I am more of a glass half full and it's half full of something delicious
tWBS has a hand on his head and a hand on the ground to try and prevent himself from falling. Because falling down the mountain would suck.
tWBS: Stoning… not the fun kind… (he comes to) Shit. I was here the whole time?
Senor: And muttering something about stoning, and not