Next time I think I'm a general in the fucking Dark Kingdom instead of an ex-soldier of Satan (I swear there's a difference), please hit me with a Bible. Or point me in the direction of pictures of Ren. Or start chanting the Latin exorcism crap. That gets me pretty damn queasy, all "Vade retro satana, nunquam suaSFDG--" oh my fucking God, I can't
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Cool. You can be her horribly deviant--yet oddly tidy--child.
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I always was. >D I can't stray from the path too terribly. Don't want her any more~ disappointed in me, eh?
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Dude, I was Batman and recruited Bobby Drake to be Robin. According to my journal, we planned to save Gotham from the Joker on our Bat Trikes.
Parents can always dig down deep and manufacture more disappointment if my father's anything to go by.
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Me and my mom haven't been on what you'd call speaking terms in years. God, parents suck.
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Imagine a flamingly gay, ineffective, rose-wielding... youma. And. You've basically got what I thought I was for a couple days.
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