I’m an adventuresome type. My foot was injured in an accident. At the pushing and prodding of movers (more pushing than prodding), I tried to fly. But unfortunately, I’m just not flying material. I dropped like a…well…like a stone.

Wing injury? Let’s just say I can be a bit amourous at times.

I am quiet and shy as well. I look forward to spending hours talking about things…or not talking about things. We can not talk about things for hours.

I’m a rocker. Pretty much stoned all the time. I tend to be pretty hard-headed. Somewhat rigid and inflexible at times.

I enjoy romantic evenings on the shores of Lake Ogre-Chobee. I have no shelfmates…unless you count dust and the occasional fly as shelfmates. I’m pretty much a loner. A rebel. There are things about me you wouldn’t want to know.

Gary

Your personal ad struck me with both its steadfast shelf-sitting, and its picture of your foot lying alongside you.

Did you injure yourself doing battle with the lizard? Were you defending your master, in fact, from being rogered by a Kevinocerous?

Either way, i’m terribly impressed, somewhat shy, and a bit the silent type. I enjoy reading Piers Anthony’s Geis of the Gargoyle, sitting with my arms wrapped around my knees, and comparing my ears to Yoda’s. My deskmates are a phone, an Emily Strange doll, a small bottle of Chanel and a Grateful Dead mousepad. Do you think you might consider subletting your self.. i mean shelf?

Sincerely,
Angelique Nocturne, Gargoyle at Rather Small…

Thanks for the props. Now, i believe you have my stapler….?

Note to Jeff: Sorry I called your lizard a pussy.

Kevin