So.

I saw these at the store today, and thought of Badou.

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( I think you should put them on right the fuck now.Collapse )

Yeah I got nothin'.

So.

Badou.

I'm glad that you're making friends and stuff. Overjoyed, really.

But see, I got this teeny little complaint.

Okay, if Manry were maybe, oh I dunno, over 18, I wouldn't MIND that she flounces about in the morning in nothing but panties and a tee-shirt. First thing I want when I get up is a cigarette and some coffee. Not half naked loli. I am disturbed and somewhat frightened.

Also, I think that perhaps she got our rooms confused, because I really don't think she would have meant to leave her bra on my door knob.

I really really don't want children's services called. I don't want to go to jail again.

And before you ask, NO. I wasn't in jail for pedophilia, I broke a guy's skull open with a pipe wrench. It's a long story. Be quiet.

Lastly, if your midget friend's dad really does decide to kill you, I'm in no way involved with any of this. Got it? Fantastic.


Edit: ALSO, MISTER VERY LARGE BLOND MAN. Hoppenheimer or whatever.

Stop fucking with my little brother or I'll cap you.

Fucking laser tag is more brutal then I fucking remembered it being. Fucking Kratos. You don't take HOSTAGES in LASER TAG. We didn't HAVE to hold Yellow for ransom. You've got some issues, dude.

I'm gettin' too old for this kinda shit.

But whatever. It's been brought to my attention that there's gonna be some animated shit based on our comic book thing or whatever, so I figured I'd look into it while recovering from laser tag induced collapsed lungs. So I found this promo video. And naturally, I screen capped it to make fun of Badou.

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I didn't think it was possible to make Badou look even more feminine, but it seems I've been proven wrong.

Requesting permission to skip training on account of my asthma. SIR. That quarter of a mile I kinda jogged did me in. Not all of us can be Jesuses or whatever you are.

If permission is denied, I'll go into hiding anyway. I'm a master at hiding, you'll never find me. I won't even leave a smoke trail.

BY THE WAY, YELLOW.

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Happy birthday and junk. <3

(ooc: lol and I'll reply when I get home from work. :|)

You fuckers lost me. I have NO fucking idea what's going on. The one fag's a dog the other fag is a tiger/lion hybrid. All the other fags are goddamn KIDS.

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Anyway.

So. Valentines day, right.

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What do you do after you rape Helen Keller?


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Your turn.

You know Winnie the Pooh, right?



Well today I was taking a dump. And I was thinkin', "wow I really have to shit." Shit. Poop. Poo. Pooh. Winnie the Pooh? Or POO? Winny the Shit? Pooh bear or POO bear? Bear made of poo? Why the hell is he called 'THE POOH', he's a goddamn bear. Isn't his name WINNIE? So why does everyone call him THE POOH? What the hell is this teaching our kids. NAME YOUR STUFFED ANIMALS AFTER DUMPS.


THE POOH.

Christopher Robin is a goddamn little faggot.

Being an uncle was fucking weird. You're not allowed to reproduce for real, Badou. The world is not in need of any more Nails'.

By the way.

I'm saving each and every last one of these pictures I took of you being Le père magnifique. My favorite is PROBABLY this one here where you were playing dress up/tea party with Yellow. You should wear your hair in pig tails more often.

Vampire chick. Thank you for not killing my brother. Even though he probably deserved it. Also I am not a drunkard pot head.

It is time.

For a word association game.

The first word is "Shitforbrains".