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UP IS DOWN
DOWN IS UP
Who cares about Akihabara? I don't really mean that
ED IS TALLER THAN WINRY
This entry is not about FMA or Ed as much as it's about me. How pathetic am I when I go, oh crap, now I have to switch to EdRoy? I'm the one who decided (in my own happy place) that Roy likes uke food like pristine Japanese strawberry shortcake D: But that's what's so great about him...he's not actually a moaning feminine uke, he's a sexy dork who also murmurs sweet nothings and/or dirty talk into the appropriate ears. BUT HE LIKES CAKE, TOO.
I'm an old girl. I need time to adjust. Perhaps the judicious selection and purchase of certain doujinshi in the coming months will assist in my education.
(9:06:43 AM) Me: We need a not-so-chibi Ed
(9:07:03 AM) My Excellent Comrade (MEC): God yes.
(9:07:14 AM) MEC: He could mow the lawn for me.
(9:08:03 AM) MEC: *balancing act to carry stuff downstairs*
(9:08:44 AM) Me: OH MAN
(9:08:49 AM) Me: Would he take his shirt off?
(9:08:56 AM) Me: Can he can he pleeeeeease
(9:10:22 AM) Me: And maybe get hot and sweaty
(9:10:39 AM) MEC: yeeeees
(9:10:42 AM) Me: Jesus, the neighborhood women would set up lawn chairs just to watch
(9:10:52 AM) MEC: So would I.
(9:11:00 AM) MEC: Well, maybe not there. Watch thru the window or something.
(9:11:18 AM) Me: ...okay, that made me think of Ed lifting the lawnmower over his head and trying to charge at people watching
(9:11:24 AM) MEC: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
(9:11:27 AM) Me: LOL
(9:11:30 AM) MEC: Oh god that would happen, too
(9:11:31 AM) Me: Lawnmowers are heavy, Ed
(9:11:41 AM) MEC: That's what automail is good for...
(9:11:47 AM) Me: He would use it as an excuse to ask for the kind of lawnmower you ride around
(9:11:54 AM) MEC: pffff
(9:11:56 AM) Me: "YOU KNOW WHAT I DID WITH THE LAST ONE"
(9:12:01 AM) MEC: Yard's a bit too small for that.
(9:12:14 AM) Me: He would still ride it with pride
(9:12:21 AM) MEC: Right through the fence.
(9:12:21 AM) Me: And stick up for the yard, which you called small
(9:12:23 AM) Me: LOL
(9:12:26 AM) Me: God no
(9:12:32 AM) Me: What if he got drunk?
(9:12:37 AM) Me: Drunken lawnmower driving
(9:12:40 AM) MEC: fffffffffff
(9:12:41 AM) Me: He'd stage races
(9:12:49 AM) MEC: There he goes down the street again...
(9:12:53 AM) Me: LMAO
(9:12:58 AM) MEC: drag-racing his lawnmower...
She was the one who informed me of the upheaval. We also discussed Roy as a teenager scrawling pictures of boobs and penises on inappropriate writing surfaces (such as homework, books, the desk) because he was bored and horny. She's a good friend.
DOWN IS UP
Who cares about Akihabara? I don't really mean that
ED IS TALLER THAN WINRY
This entry is not about FMA or Ed as much as it's about me. How pathetic am I when I go, oh crap, now I have to switch to EdRoy? I'm the one who decided (in my own happy place) that Roy likes uke food like pristine Japanese strawberry shortcake D: But that's what's so great about him...he's not actually a moaning feminine uke, he's a sexy dork who also murmurs sweet nothings and/or dirty talk into the appropriate ears. BUT HE LIKES CAKE, TOO.
I'm an old girl. I need time to adjust. Perhaps the judicious selection and purchase of certain doujinshi in the coming months will assist in my education.
(9:06:43 AM) Me: We need a not-so-chibi Ed
(9:07:03 AM) My Excellent Comrade (MEC): God yes.
(9:07:14 AM) MEC: He could mow the lawn for me.
(9:08:03 AM) MEC: *balancing act to carry stuff downstairs*
(9:08:44 AM) Me: OH MAN
(9:08:49 AM) Me: Would he take his shirt off?
(9:08:56 AM) Me: Can he can he pleeeeeease
(9:10:22 AM) Me: And maybe get hot and sweaty
(9:10:39 AM) MEC: yeeeees
(9:10:42 AM) Me: Jesus, the neighborhood women would set up lawn chairs just to watch
(9:10:52 AM) MEC: So would I.
(9:11:00 AM) MEC: Well, maybe not there. Watch thru the window or something.
(9:11:18 AM) Me: ...okay, that made me think of Ed lifting the lawnmower over his head and trying to charge at people watching
(9:11:24 AM) MEC: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
(9:11:27 AM) Me: LOL
(9:11:30 AM) MEC: Oh god that would happen, too
(9:11:31 AM) Me: Lawnmowers are heavy, Ed
(9:11:41 AM) MEC: That's what automail is good for...
(9:11:47 AM) Me: He would use it as an excuse to ask for the kind of lawnmower you ride around
(9:11:54 AM) MEC: pffff
(9:11:56 AM) Me: "YOU KNOW WHAT I DID WITH THE LAST ONE"
(9:12:01 AM) MEC: Yard's a bit too small for that.
(9:12:14 AM) Me: He would still ride it with pride
(9:12:21 AM) MEC: Right through the fence.
(9:12:21 AM) Me: And stick up for the yard, which you called small
(9:12:23 AM) Me: LOL
(9:12:26 AM) Me: God no
(9:12:32 AM) Me: What if he got drunk?
(9:12:37 AM) Me: Drunken lawnmower driving
(9:12:40 AM) MEC: fffffffffff
(9:12:41 AM) Me: He'd stage races
(9:12:49 AM) MEC: There he goes down the street again...
(9:12:53 AM) Me: LMAO
(9:12:58 AM) MEC: drag-racing his lawnmower...
She was the one who informed me of the upheaval. We also discussed Roy as a teenager scrawling pictures of boobs and penises on inappropriate writing surfaces (such as homework, books, the desk) because he was bored and horny. She's a good friend.
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Also, aww, Ed, you are growing up so fast. :')
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The Winry/Ed shippers are probably going nuts *shudders*
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