Heya once again, Chat!
Guess what? I'm full of even more crimes than I thought! I'm already a crime against nature, and a crime against good taste, but it turns out that I've also got proper crime crimes inside me. And not just media and software piracy.
It looks like I can forge IDs with the best of them. Give me a bunch of gel pens and I'm like a gosh-darned inkjet printer.
Thus we're smuggling ourselves out of New Zealand via Loch Ness Monster. Yeah, suck it Army of Dorkness, you'll never figure out how we're going to get to where we're going and what method we used to get there.
So you'll never guess what happened, Chat!
Yup. Another blog post another light haired light skinned lady got added to the club. She's Kyubey's personal maid. And since she's from a Frankenstein mascot family, they're probably not internet savvy so I can talk smack about them all I like. Since unlike Lord Neckbeard and his Dork Disciples they're not going to be paying attention to the good ol series of tubes (which I presume was how they got me in the first place, can you imagine if I got Jodi Huisentruit'd, except that instead of some Saudi royal it was some hockey dickhead who was in the asscrack of the Midwest for like a Bigfoot convention or something).
So suck it German buttheads, I'm going to joke about you goobers and you're never going to know about it! Mwahahaha! Have a drawing about a silly German!
So yeah, I drew some very nice pictures for the Loch Ness Monster to make sure that she'd carry us off to Scotland. Which is totally where we're going from our current location, which is also totally in New Zealand.
So anyway, Kyubey's Maid was stalking us most of the morning. Wayne Gretsky used her super cool Hall of Fame hockey stick powers to ice up a big area and revealed the sneaky maid. Who then committed what was certainly a foul by throwing her hockey stick hard enough to give Ms. France a nasty wound.
So I threw my stick back at her. She blocked it, but she had to expend a whole lot of uh… Remnant in order to do so. She was a little bit impressed with my prowess and I wasn't even using my full power.
Anyway, we all totally bullshitted her about what classes we really are. Ms. France said she was a Saber, Princess Shrimp-For-A-Butt said she was actually the Ruler. Stabby Junior is obviously and Assassin, and Wayne Gretsky said she was a Lancer.
I, of course, stated that I am quite obviously a Rider and that I can't bring my mount out because everybody knows that dragons aren't real and I'd start a panic.
So yeah, we're packing up and preparing to ship out to what is very most definitely Scotland on the next available Loch Ness Monster using the forged copies of the Mona Lisa that I created using photoshop on my phone to use as a reference and then made using the aforementioned gel pens. Gel pens rule.
I'm probably going to make an even better Mona Lisa for my own private use at some point using the glittery gel pens. It's a shame you don't see glitter very much in official government documents and also renaissance paintings.
Anyway, aside from my new criminal activities and a new blonde white woman there's not much to report. So it's a short entry this time.
So tootless for now chat!
Love ya!
-Veda
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