I'd say it was more of a nightmare, especially when we finally got that disk. Never again.
I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.Well it was still better than the time we had to steal the coins from the Power Rangers due to that sorcerer's dare.
I blame the hypnotist that made it impossible to turn down a dare. Which, ironically, was recommended by the green Power Ranger.
Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers. God's away, god's away, god's away on business... business.Either way, I'm still stuck in this world with you guys until you all achieve nirvana.
"It's not what's on the outside, but the inside that counts. Such is the belief of a pansexual." *jerks it against a literal pan*Well, maybe our eternal souls wouldn't NEED to reach nirvana if it weren't for that horrid case of athlete's foot someone got.
Blog linkHey! If it was not for the drugs, I would not have got the athlete’s foot!
I don't even want to go to the fourth dimension anyway. I thought the original plan was to teleport the entire population of France to Minnesota.
"I'll show you all of Paris, I'll take you on a tour, we'll go up and up and up so high they'll long for an encore!"Yeah, but remember, that thing happened and the Cheese Council broke down into argument...
Well I didn't know the hyperaccelerated lactose we were trying to make would cause all the Gouda in Vermont to spontaneously combust!
"I'll show you all of Paris, I'll take you on a tour, we'll go up and up and up so high they'll long for an encore!"Yeah. Poor factory workers had nowhere else to work. I blame the swans.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.Swans are evil, have been since that evil alien dictator's experiments in technological condiments.
Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers. God's away, god's away, god's away on business... business.Perhaps serving those "Crush Kill Destroy" burgers at the company picnic wasn't the best of ideas.
I hope you get tiny bits of eggshell in all your omelettes for the rest of your life!Did we ever tickle that talking dolphin or is that just a memory from that alternate universe rat version of me I merged with?
The talking dolphin? Are you sure you don't mean Yoko Ono?
Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers. God's away, god's away, god's away on business... business.Don't make me bring up what happened at that party again.
Timers to measure time, thermometers to measure thermomets, mometers to measure mom, and measuring containers to measure measurements.That party?! C'mon, it was perhaps the tamest motherfucking thing the whole day. Even the rakshasas accompanying us thought so!
Still, ya gotta admit, it's not every day you see an atomic goat do that to a pregnant cheerleader.
Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers. God's away, god's away, god's away on business... business.Fun fact: I kept in touch with the cheerleader after that happened. The baby now has an irrational fear of placemats.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.I don't think that fear is irrational at all. I mean you do remember what happened to Carlos, right?
That's beside the point; Storm obviously likes inspiring fear. Just like that clone of Harrison Ford who became dictator of California after Calexit.
"It's not what's on the outside, but the inside that counts. Such is the belief of a pansexual." *jerks it against a literal pan*How did Storm get into this? Mystique, I can understand, she was a major part of this whole thing. But Storm? Where did she come in again?
Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers. God's away, god's away, god's away on business... business.I was referring to WilliamRadarStorm. And who's Mystique? She'd better not be the new Candi.
"It's not what's on the outside, but the inside that counts. Such is the belief of a pansexual." *jerks it against a literal pan*Mystique was the cheerleading coach. I knew her from the underwater road trip that a mutual friend of ours went on.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.
We did remove the cyanide, but unfortunately we replaced the cyanide with that venom we synthesized from the aliens we found in the White House