Collective Foal

Normandy

You're in your backyard building a wall for your patio. You hear a buzzing look down, and see a 3 inch hornet crawling out of the side of the trench where you just placed a block. (Oddly specific isn't it? And I am absolutely panic-attack-afraid of hornets)

7/10 you dirty she-devil. Honestly, I love random-ass retarded humor, because it actually can trigger a lot of psychological deep thought. I'm serious, no bullshit. After I laugh about the stupid randomness of it, I start to wonder "How did they come up with the idea to..."

8/10 Short, sweet, and to the point.

Nice. My record is somewhere around 52-60. You kind of lose count when your entire body is powered on Caffeine. It puts me in this state of zombie-like awakeness where I don't have the energy to feel or comprehend. I only do what my brain processes as what is proper through its judgement-altering caffeinated haze.

Go tell that to Morgan Freeman. I'm sure he's have to disagree with you.

Just got my hair cut. I look like a fuckin' man now. The shorter hair actually brought out the tone that working out back has given me.

Banned for having sinister plots.

yfw Your parents think you've gone outside for a while when you really just went to your room and you can hear them start having sex in the room over.

11/Human Understanding You asked for it

7/10 Nice and Seductive, but I can't agree with you that Dragonzball P isn't funny.

Next May, bra. Then I'm off to BronyCon. If you could kill any person on the earth with no repercussions, who would it be and how would you kill them?

Believe

Ooh, I did that after hanging out with my crush. What? We were running around in the blazing heat! Kinda wish I could go within 5 feet of my crush without breaking a sweat. I kinda wish I could hang out with her too...

Today was awesome. I joined up a game on Mountain Pass during round 3 and got my LAR and had at it. At the end of Round 5, the main leader on the team coughs up all his cash and says he has to go. So I get my M14 and LAR setup. In the beginning of both rounds 7 and 8, my dumbass partner dies. So I basically fended off 200+ zombies by myself, including a Fleshpound. He was charging and I just kept hitting his head until he died after gouging me once. For level three, Scrakes go down in three LAR headshots, so that much is pretty easy. And I've just about mastered my hip fire headshots. Gorefasts beware, you don't stand a Redneck's chance in MIT.

Except STAR is a god, and I rarely have a drastic effect on my team unless I tell the inexperienced Medic to go his best class for the time being and push the team to victory.

We are, aren't we? If only my dad didn't have me working so much, I might be able to get some writing done now and again. Sadly, I'm too tired when we get done at 8 and I have to wake up at 8-10 the next morning.

Just saw this thread. I personally remember going to a Farmer's Market in Wilmington and buying an Amish-made cheese that contained Mango and Chiles. It was close to the strength of sharp cheddar and it just lit up your pallet. I can't remember exactly what it was for the life of me though...

Trust me, It looks fine. I looked over it when I was done. Oh, and I'm not actually hyperventilating from cutting grass. I run a 7 minute mile

I feel like this is relevant:

Hyperventilating and sweating on the couch after mowing an acre of grass in 30 minutes.

directly to my right: A pillow, which would only be useful if the zombies have chronic, severe osteoporosis. Just a little further to the right: The armrest to our sofa, which is big and heavy. Further to my right: Rack of keys on the garage door, good for stabbing.

Well I live in Northern Delaware, literally right next to I-95. All I have to do is hop on and go north for 3 hours, and I'm there. As for the room, I could use some of my grad money that I'll get towards a Senior Summer and College.

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