About me: The day was Wednesday, and although I had seemed rather fidgety that morning, the afternoon was filled with...interesting happenings. First, a large amphibious rodent whispered the secrets of life into the ears of other amphibious rodents, which I found rather odd. Next, some doo-wopping doo-bugs jabbered on quite loudly about Pete-knows-what (and by the by, the jabberings were not actually doo-wops, but they were wop-doos, which are of a different sort, mind you). Suddenly, one of the rodents began to sputter and vibrate rapidly! "Egads! What ever is the matter with that vibrating Capybara," I pondered. They had always vibrated before, but never in such a violent manner! It seems that something is amiss! I quickly grabbed the vibrating capybara and shoved it in a microwave, hoping that it would vibrate even more, and indeed it did. Unfortunately though, it exploded. Capybara is quite fragile during heat experiments; I spent an hour cleaning stains from my poor, newly installed microwave. After that, I decided that I had had enough of vibrating animals, so I took a walk to my local pharmacists, and said "Heyla, heyla, helloa!" To which she replied "Chick, Chick, Chick." I was very confused, as to why there was random floating head. I had never seen floating objects....well, except for the time when my Aunt Gertrude accidentally ate a flamingo which had not yet been cooked. So she contracted
un-cooked-flamingo-itus, and then died. Anyway, she floated away into nothingness, which was probably for the best. She smelled like mold. ANYWAY. The pharmacist was of a creepy disposition, which I found, very interestingly enough, rather attractive. I love tall, sweaty, meaty, deformities. This attraction began with a wink, but soon grew into something much bigger than I ever could have ever imagined. That particular day, a large whale had begun sun bathing in a fashionable nightgown that didn't fit it but showed its figure off quite nicely. He had an unknown, rather terrible habit of listening to Harry Potter-themed bands, despite his father's warnings of acute wizard poisonings. Oh well. Anyway. Regarding Marjory, the pharmacist with an odd smell about who had no relation to Gabrielle or Christopher in any way at all. They did notice, however, that Christopher's pocket watch had made a shocking return from the deepest layer of a decadent chocolate cake, which could be found deep in the terrifying pages of a Lemony Snicket novel. The pocket watch was covered in chocolate, but
that didn't really matter to dear Christopher, who had been hungry all afternoon. He presently requested a slice of this pocket watch to be fed to an observant bear nearby, which, having swallowed a spring, or eaten a monkey, was now vomiting at a frightful rate. Christopher, surprised at the bear's lack of stomach-control, proceeded to stab and jab at the Gabrielle, who was very surprised. Surprised she was indeed! For she had no idea that Christopher despised her so! It turns out Gabrielle had eaten every possible animal alive, and Christopher's firstborn child, to boot, and she had lost all of Christopher's adoration. Oh well. The bear, who continued to eat springs or something, decided to devour Christopher's pocket watch, which he was already eating, but had decided to completely disregard Christopher's mighty hands, which had grown in size, considerably. "What is happening to my hands!" Christopher yelped as the spring attached itself to his face. The Bear's stomach had ruptured and everyone died. Except Gabrielle, who, in fact, had been completely unharmed this whole time! Wow!
NO. lol i HATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATE with a passion my boobs. they SUCK. i only like that picture cause of my hair. lol.
ewgross i hate boobs. especially mine. they are NASTY AND BIG AND GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I HATE THEM
