- Lovino says:
- Vash, just go back to fucking your sister
- >: T
- Super Swiss says:
- I will.
- Believe me
I’ve been very busy with some business affairs, and time is money.
Also, I think everyone would like to know that I have several new guns in my arsenal.
If you so much as look at my sister’s blog, you will have the honor of participating in my target practice.
You’re the target.
A Swiss guy, looking for directions, pulls up at a bus stop where two Englishmen are waiting. “Entschuldigung, können Sie Deutsch sprechen?” He asks. The two Englishmen just stare at him. “Excusez-moi, parlez-vous français?” The two continue to stare. “Parlate italiano?” No response. “Hablan Ustedes espagnol?” Still nothing. The Swiss guy drives off, extremely disgusted.
The first Englishman turns to the second and says: “Y’know, maybe we should learn a foreign language…”
“Why?” says the other, “that bloke knew four languages, and it didn’t do him any good.”
I don’t listen to a lot of music.
I did, however hear a song the other day by the English band ‘La Roux’.
“This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof.”
If you weren’t bulletproof the first time, you won’t be the second time, or any time after that. I get it’s a metaphor, but its not a very good one.
Bullets are bullets.
You cannot get emotionally ‘shot’; you can get physically shot.
Don’t you all have more important things to be doing?
Today against Spain, I stayed organized and defended the goal like I would my sister.
And I haven’t had much use for blogging.
The weather is getting warmer, I’ll be spending some more time outside.
… target practice.
Have her home by 8 o’clock. And don’t be partaking in anything questionable while you’re out.
I’ll be calling her every hour to check.
it’s not like I can be humilliated even more.
You brought this upon yourself. >________>