I can't believe that...jerk...
What he did to my best friend.
What nerve...
And shouldn't hundred year old beings be more mature than three year olds?
Honestly.
It makes me wish I was human.
Not like it matters.
Ah well...
I'm going to go make some pancakes and re-bandage my side.
Hope everyone else is doing better than this...









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*cutting my moms b-day cake*
Mom: That's a big peice of cake!
Me: It dosn't matter about the width its all about the langth
everone in room: *ROFL*
Me: . . . . . WHAT? D8
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the wheels spining but the mouse is dead ._.
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Je ne suis pas d'air!
Me voir!
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*cutting my moms b-day cake*
Mom: That's a big peice of cake!
Me: It dosn't matter about the width its all about the langth
everone in room: *ROFL*
Me: . . . . . WHAT? D8
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the wheels spining but the mouse is dead ._.
((PFFFT I'm not watching you Matty, and I've known you for a while.))
((FFFF OTL))
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Je ne suis pas d'air!
Me voir!
I'm fine, thank you. You've met my best friend, Allen Walker. I hope he isn't causing you any trouble.
*She knows how he can eat for 5000 people.*
Oh, no, he isn't. Don't worry about him. c:
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Je ne suis pas d'air!
Me voir!
Are you sure, Matthew-san? You can tell me, I'll make sure he doesn't eat up everything you have. I really appreciate you letting him in your home. I've missed him for so long and-oops. I'm probably boring you. I'm sorry, Matthew-san.
*She bows politely. Why would Matthew-san care about that foolishness?*
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