We all know the story.

Some one’s having a ton of fun running around, poking things with a sharp stick and/or running with scissors and/or jumping through flaming hoops on his or her tricycle. Before you know it, a few basic rules are ignored and somebody ends up losing an eye.

So, being the only responsible individual in a group of degenerate writers, I thought I’d post a fundamental rule we should never violate in this sanctified place:

So please, please, PLEASE no mentions of Jell-o, gelatin deserts, Jello shots, Jello wrestling, When Jello Attacks, or the time you spilled Jello on my book, couldn’t read the pages any more and decided you liked it that way.

I’ll be setting up some ground rules from time to time, otherwise that mad woman Alisha Rai will run amok, resulting in our new blog (soon to be known for its intelligence and refinement) degrading into chaos and nonsense. This is a cross I’ve taken up entirely on my own, since I’m by far the most dignified and mature of the writers gathered here.

By the way, how do you like my flamethrower? I created that picture in Microsoft Paint, which was a brutal exercise akin to gargling with broken glass, so *don’t* bother recommending I buy a tablet and Photoshop. Some of us are stuck with Paint.

Pity us.

Edited to add:

I just wanted to point out that I posted before Alisha Rai, and therefore I pretty much win. Sorry Alisha. There’s always second place. Just sayin’

Keith's Rules, Random Junk No Gelatin Allowed