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Nohohon. Miasma of peace gone. I feel like crap.
I want Roy to say, "disco inferno." Just, like, in general.
Nohohon. Miasma of peace gone. I feel like crap.
I want Roy to say, "disco inferno." Just, like, in general.
We got mail from some people who don't like gay marriage! They gave us a whole letter and a thing to give them money, and an envelope to send it in. Mom and I made a decision to donate. We made a big sacrifice.
We gave them a dead moth! :D
Lifetime lesson: When anti-gay fuckheads, or just fuckheads, send you mail, and the mail includes a prepaid envelope with which you are intended to reply, put all the crap you get in the envelope and send it back to them. When you do, they have to pay for the postage, even if you send them dead bugs in the envelope.
Okay, three things:
1. Older-Ed in a pool in one of those inflatable tubes. Al, not a suit of armor, is a shark and completely unnoticed. (I will not draw coed naked EdWin skinnydipping at local country watering hole. I think. I WILL NOT DRAW 4-YEAR-OLD-ED IN ARM FLOATS AND A DUCKY INNER TUBE. IWILLNOTIWILLNOTIWILLNOT. ...then again, what's stopping me?)
2. Robin: What do you like, Roy?
Roy: Women, and FAST CARS. *smirk*
Roy in a bright red Mustang (duh, shut up) convertible, leaning out the window and offering a ride to Hawkeye. This version of the Roy smile is, "I HAVE A VROOM-CAR VROOM VROOM." (Do I want to go for a ride with Roy Mustang? Uh, YEAH.)
Ed: ... *sneaks up and scratches "APPLY WITHIN FOR GAY SEX AND PEDOPHILIA" on the finish with his automail*
3. Agent Envy. With sunglasses. You know, the Matrix. I'm in a summer blockbuster mood.
We gave them a dead moth! :D
Lifetime lesson: When anti-gay fuckheads, or just fuckheads, send you mail, and the mail includes a prepaid envelope with which you are intended to reply, put all the crap you get in the envelope and send it back to them. When you do, they have to pay for the postage, even if you send them dead bugs in the envelope.
Okay, three things:
1. Older-Ed in a pool in one of those inflatable tubes. Al, not a suit of armor, is a shark and completely unnoticed. (I will not draw coed naked EdWin skinnydipping at local country watering hole. I think. I WILL NOT DRAW 4-YEAR-OLD-ED IN ARM FLOATS AND A DUCKY INNER TUBE. IWILLNOTIWILLNOTIWILLNOT. ...then again, what's stopping me?)
2. Robin: What do you like, Roy?
Roy: Women, and FAST CARS. *smirk*
Roy in a bright red Mustang (duh, shut up) convertible, leaning out the window and offering a ride to Hawkeye. This version of the Roy smile is, "I HAVE A VROOM-CAR VROOM VROOM." (Do I want to go for a ride with Roy Mustang? Uh, YEAH.)
Ed: ... *sneaks up and scratches "APPLY WITHIN FOR GAY SEX AND PEDOPHILIA" on the finish with his automail*
3. Agent Envy. With sunglasses. You know, the Matrix. I'm in a summer blockbuster mood.
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