A third Oscar is his. RT Spencer Colt: *been shacked up with a Swedish broad with legs up to here* Preparing for the role of my life.

Sure, we can call him Oscar.

*coming up for air*

There is an airflow deficit between those long legs...

*growing an impressive caveman beard while on an angsty jog*

*lost Wilson*

// Okay, I did it. Follow Kennet Herensuge, iffin you like.

*less than pleased* Screw him.

*has learned to be a man without turning tail and running* ...War changes a man. *regrets saving Private Ryan*

*makes breakfast for myself and Lily. Hears Lu washing his balls from the bathroom. Promptly loses my appetite*

*duct tapes Lily Mae Maxwell's mouth*

*roars at Lily Mae Maxwell, which turns into a rather unmanly noise once the ice finds my dingaling* Cold, cold, cold....

*drinking coffee after dropping Lily Mae Maxwell off at school*

*left the duct tape on her mouth. Figured her teacher would appreciate it*

*taking care of Lily Mae Maxwell after work*

*broods*

*thinks Lu is a piece of shit*

FUBAR.

*had been considering moving out myself, but now doesn't want to leave JoAnna Maxwell and Lily Mae Maxwell*