Stabby the roomba. The owners bought a roomba , and someone ducktaped a knife to it. So far , none of the patrons have removed the knife, whoever does inviteably remove it, is getting stabbed by me personally.
We may or may not be starting a folk band , for fun of course, in the 'Barrel . I'll play guitar, and martil will sing , this may or my not happen. I hope it does, I need a new hobby.
Either a writer or a murder just purchased a room across the way from me, I cannot tell which he is . I'm not sure I like him, something is off about him , his name is Wilbur for one. Who is named 'Wilbur ' in this century?? This person is secretive as well, and reletively unscathed, which is interesting as there's a bearpocolypse out there . He apparently paid a nice sum for a room as well.
I got a letter by owl mail from the teens I mentioned last time, they are doing well traveling to Some town in Canada. Why they are going there I have no clue, but I hope they make it there safely.
That Wilbur fellow took off stabby's blade. I got my own blade, stabbed him, and had the owners remove him from the premises. That felt good.
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The Cracker Barrel Bullitten
RandomThe author of the Bearpocolypse p.s.a s recounting the coming and goings in a Cracker during the bearpocolypse, because as all of you know , durning the bearpocolypse , Cracker Barrel's Were repurposed into safe houses. This story introduces a lot o...
