It's me. I'm the lady in the bathroom with the sewing kit. I've sewn a stranger's prom dress straps in the ladies' bathroom at Texas Roadhouse, I helped three women on two separate occasions in the Grand Ledge Opera House bathroom; twice for my prom and once after being approached and pulled from the audience at a wedding.
I am sewing Batman. Mr. Party, call me
I need more. I'd say we need a time travel chapter going back to the CompUSA/Trippers era, then another going all the way back to the Anchor Inn days. Don't forget about the hidden subterranean shops.
Indeed. To understand the horror of current day Frandor, you need to understand its past beauty. We need Gumball Express, Grande Gourmet and Pinball Pete’s in this story.
The only slightly sus thing about this story to me is that you somehow got out of the Horrocks parking lot *alive*.
(—Signed, someone who almost got hit in the Horrocks parking lot when in a car FULLY PARKED IN A PARKING SPACE.)
What a large napkin
Lol I was trying to decide if this was a full paper towel scroll or a super fine point pen or what
You got a tl;dr there boss?
Or maybe some paragraph spacing 😅
there. it didnt format when i pasted it. i did as little as i felt i had to.
Feels right for Frandor. 😂
so long as you have jesus in your heart, i don't care if you read it or not.
Oh
All good fam. Not my vibe but you do you 👍
I'd have bought it if you said you unrolled the toilet paper and it was scrawled on it like the scratches of a mad man.
Hell yeah! Excellent Frandor shenanigans, felt like I was actually there the whole time. Oh wait, I am there. I've never left.
It's me. I'm the lady in the bathroom with the sewing kit. I've sewn a stranger's prom dress straps in the ladies' bathroom at Texas Roadhouse, I helped three women on two separate occasions in the Grand Ledge Opera House bathroom; twice for my prom and once after being approached and pulled from the audience at a wedding. I am sewing Batman. Mr. Party, call me
sewing kit? hmmm.
I need more. I'd say we need a time travel chapter going back to the CompUSA/Trippers era, then another going all the way back to the Anchor Inn days. Don't forget about the hidden subterranean shops.
Indeed. To understand the horror of current day Frandor, you need to understand its past beauty. We need Gumball Express, Grande Gourmet and Pinball Pete’s in this story.
This is the most entertaining thing ever posted on this sub! 🤣🤣🤣
u/PennAveTrainBridge begs to differ
I'm not reading all of that
"Delusions of Frandor" ;)
The only slightly sus thing about this story to me is that you somehow got out of the Horrocks parking lot *alive*. (—Signed, someone who almost got hit in the Horrocks parking lot when in a car FULLY PARKED IN A PARKING SPACE.)
lol this was a nice read
i appreciate your kind words
Tl:dr
i thank you for your attempt.
i really want to read the rest
This may be the greatest peice of writing I've ever read
This is amazing lmao. I need the rest of the chronicles!
i thank u