Gallagher, Eat Your Heart Out

We blew up a watermelon today. His name was Walter. Walter Melon. Poor, poor Walter.

As most of you know, I'm pretty busy scrambling to meet my August 31st deadline, but everyone needs to have a little fun, right?

Well, my little brother has been doing everything he possibly can to take the edge off. Heck--he spent nearly two hours today tracking down a copy of Rock and Rule for me. (It's a nostalgic favorite--don't judge me.)

He also decided to treat me to a little show staring the watermelon that's been sitting on my grandmother's front porch for the last two weeks and his .30-30 rifle.

And guess what?

I recorded it.

Enjoy.

(Lol at my hyena laugh at the twenty second mark.)

Poor Walter Melon. 

Oh well, it was either this or let him slowly rot on the porch, so I guess we did the right thing by putting him out of his misery.

Mkay! I'm going to get back to work now!

HAPPY WRITING, LOVELIES!