I’m leaving it to clean up the number of blergs I have. :#
I’m not wearing my jimmies today. This post and several others will exploded when I’m done, to clean up the blog. :L Today is an unproductive day.
Made it to floor 44 :L gonna try again later
“We don’ speak much ‘bout tha’ incident anymore…”
(( A result of my LoL Warcry of nose booping and the greatest commercial ever… ))
that… just.. that….. yeah…
ROYCO!! CUP A SOUUPPP!!
We’re starting in like, 5-10 minutes! Get in here!
So I’ve finished all my important stuff for a while and I have free time again. So, I have some art to finish tonight, and I ain’t stopping until I’m done. Come on down for fun tiemz and hilarity. (Hillbilly Rarity? Nope. I just can’t read.) If I do this up early enough I may even do some free, silly request art. (Quality not guaranteed.)
Dis shit is still on. Come. Let me wub your tummy.
Hanging here before supper. Moar Cry of Fear, but Single Player.
(We’re all too retarded to figure out how to make the multiplayer work, btw)
(FUCK. Lark is way smarter than all of us. DKafjsdga. We’re now playing multiplayer.)
Well, besides the clearly faked voices talking to me. I, still, have yet to find those damned speakers. Yesterday’s whole bomb collar thing seemed to be a trick, ended up passing out halfway through the day, and the damned thing did nothing but beep at me in my sleep. Or so I assume, seeing as how I woke to find the damned thing off of my neck. Though they also seemed to have taken my threats of escaping seriously, and put what I assume is a tracking device in my arm. Saw an odd lump that wasn’t there yesterday… Anyways, I guess I should just go back to reading this damned story, before they threaten to force me to listen to the audio version.
Just fucking read it, I don’t even feel like bitching to you assholes right now.
I leik dis shit yo.