Mike held my watch out at arms' length. Grasping the leather-ette strap between two fingers, he grinned at me like the Cheshire Cat. "C'mon, say please."

"No. Just give it back."

He shook his head. "Nope. I'm gonna drop it. It's twenty feet down to the bottom of the culvert. Splat. Broke watch."

I took a step closer. "Not gonna happen. That watch is tough. It's not gonna stop just from hitting pavement." Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Without another word, he released the band.

Cursing, I rushed to the ledge, looking down just in time to see my watch's shadow rush across the cement to meet its source. The watch reached the bottom, then sank into the concrete as if it were water. No, water would have made a ripple; this just went straight in, no resistance, not even a plop.

"Huh," Mike said. "Whaddya know. It didn't stop."

Always up for another of round of Xyem's giveaways!

I shall be victorious.

*sneaks in*

Xyem for President !!!!!!!

Go Go Go :D

In.

Once again, I garner no shame. I am but a human, who wishes to reap without sewing.

I'm a winner...I can feel it...

Hey I'm in thanks man :D

im in

Here we go again. :)

hakuna matata

Lottery time!

I like interrupting egoistic demigods in the middle of their gloriously defiant monologue by grabbing them by their ankles, swinging them around like a ragdoll, then slamming them into a personal-sized crater so they can lay there and think about how silly they've been today.

Then I hang out with my super hero buddies at the shwarma joint.