AG: I don't see how we're supposed to 8e 8ecoming friends if you recoil from my olive 8ranch like I'm twitching a mummified 8ovine phallus in your direction.
CG: BECOMING FRIENDS, WHAT THE FUCK.
CG: WE WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS, MORON.
AG: Not even h8 friends?
CG: NO. MORE LIKE TWITCHY EYED PROJECTILE VOMITING IN UTTER DISGUST FRIENDS, WHILE I PERFORATE MY BONE BULGE WITH A CULLING FORK.
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UUUUUURGH!! (and other constipated and pissed sounds.)Oh, man. This sucks. Being away from the computer is hazzardous to my health. It's like ethan when his house (and games) burned down, and he didn't play for months. Not only that, but plot bunnies have been chewing on my legs, and all the stuff I put in my phone I can't transfer to the computer, so my laziness is preventing me from doing anything about it. Also, my ego happens to be a Sluagh for some reason. It's pissed because I found it (thank you seeing stones! HUGE help there![/sarcasm]).
At the least I get to mess around with my cousin's laptops. Blogs are meant for complaining. Insanity or evolution ensues. ... Alright, fine. I've been reading some Eckhart Tolle. Pretty eye opening. |
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