...why would someone write something like that? WHY?!
-Spit Take- Wh-What?! This is....!!!!
Shameless Self-promotion ho!How would that work.
That was much more tasteful than I imagined it would be. What a guy.
I guess we could go... wherever we please....
edited 26th Dec '10 4:35:58 AM by Fawriel
It doesn't even make sense. And the spelling is terrible. And it's a goddamn cow.
WHAT HAS SCIENCE DONE?
...Buh... whuh... DO NOT WANT!
But soft! What rock through yonder window breaks? It is a brick! And Juliet is out cold.Me: No, seriously? Who would even write this... I swear those furries!
Sick fucks.
Johnny Massacure/Cow = No. Just no.
JAPAN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.
I can't stop listening to thisIt was alright if you like your Yaoi...
edited 26th Dec '10 7:38:04 AM by juancarlos11
It's not exactly naive. And it can happen. But it's tough. And definetly worthwhile.WHAT THE FU... -vomits-
Who...That's just wrong...
It's not exactly naive. And it can happen. But it's tough. And definetly worthwhile.If I see a Soldier/Demoman pairing one... more...
Hold on, that's not a Demoman. What a relief, but...
Heh, he broke the computer and now he is in the TF 2 world. That's kind of fun...OH GODAMMIT ANOTHER SLASH.
I can't stop listening to this"He was playing Team Fortress 2 and discovered there's a glow around the monitor, so he reached into it and..."
OH MY GOD WHAT IS HE DOING TO THE SOLDIER?!
edited 26th Dec '10 10:30:44 AM by WartysNeryon
WHY GOD WHY?!
I am bad at picking things.... What was the point of that? It's exactly like the fic with the other pheasant, except that this one has different colored feathers...
And "Reality" is unveiled. What did it want...? What did it see...? What did it hear...? What did it think...? What did it do...?NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO! It's just not the right species to stick your PINGAS in...
Oh.
SWEET.
JESUS.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
"If you had to choose, would you save one baby or five old people? What if the baby had a Hitler mustache?" - Yahtzee
WHAT HATH RIDLEY DONE TO DESERVE THIS.