thesevencodes
Jan 25, 2010 16:35
[Leonardo is sitting on the couch at his apartment, crossly writing something. It's on a piece of paper rather than the journal itself, so what he's working on is a mystery. He toils away in silence for several moments before he suddenly stops, chews the end of his pen, and flips the actual journal open.]
What rhymes with "Chattanooga"?
i am a weeaboo,
event,
not a poet