This is kind of a weak offer after derwent’s superbadical form, but we should def. meet up to become snugglechums in [FUTURE]I intend to update my writing (or writing tag, heh.) later tonight, and possibly post some more slam if I can ever get it recorded without too many mistakes.
In other unrelated news, someone come over for spoons, it’s perfect spooning/cuddle weather. Now receiving mid-year intake for cuddl3buddi3s. (Don’t even know what that means, just go with it~) Cold and rainy is the best kind of weather.
pumkin tries to deny his feelings for the ratboy genius
I WILL WRITE YOUR “FANFICTION”
Homer screams, jaundiced skin paling as his eyes haemmorage. The first worm of many tunnels through his left, little teeth burrowing relentlessly and burning burning burning with pain in a desperate pilgrimage for undiluted sunlight. Triumphantly, it screams the praise of its alien worm god although the infant sound is drowned out by The Fat Yellow Man’s harrowed “D’oh”.
“Mameshibart~”
I was taking the “STAT” test for university a couple of years ago. I look to the left of me and there is a meth-head. To the right of me, a juggalo. Suddenly, I am re-assured. I am no longer going to come last…Holy shit an actual juggalo and juggalette came to my work. I am shocked. No city can escape ICP.
