Gentle-What?
Okay, just gotta get this out:
Samuel told me that I was a gentleman.
And that's really bugging me.
AM I LOSING MY INSANE/EVIL PERSONA!?
Goddamn it...Ah well, if I am, hopefully it becomes those...You know, in stories, the Evil Gentleman? The Gentleman-Thief? No?
Screw you. Actually, no. Screw this.
Anyway...
I really have no idea why I wanna be evil in the first place. Maybe I shouldn't aim so high(low?) And go for moderately bad. Then start from there. Yea, start slow, then wham! Before I know it, I'm nuking some place already.
That would so work.
Anyhoo...
Do you know anyone who would voluntarily buy a Hitler Gnome?
~Schizo
Logic: ZOMG!!! SHORT POST!
Subconscious: What the fuck is this!?
Ego: It's the end, I tell you, it's the FUCKIN' END!!!!!!!
Optimism: Hey guys...I need to take attendance. Insanity escaped, and while he's being tracked down, I need to check who's dead or dying.
Ego: Okay...Lessee...Me, Logic, Subconscious, Emo, Pessimism, Treachery, Violence, Schizo, Psycho's in a corner crying, Feminine side.
Feminine side: Um...
Logic: We know you're too small to be noticed. Shut up. We hate you.
Feminine side: =(
Logic: ...Don't give me that look.
Ego: Anyway...Optimism, Despair...
Despair: I'm back!
Subconscious: You were never here in the first place!
Despair: Give me some credit, why don't you! >=(
Violence: Up yours, hick!
Ego: Continuing...Hatred...I think that's it.
Hatred: I hate you all. And I hate it that Insanity is pointing a giant OMG worthy lazor at us. I hate him too.
Ego: ...What...?
Subconscious: Oh shit.
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