Breaking 300,000,000 on Mushihime—same would make my day.
Breaking 300,000,000 on Mushihime—same would make my day.
Wake up in the morning, boyfriend at my side. Personal chef is whipping up breakfast and in the meantime, we shower and then take a stroll along the beach with puppies. Breakfast out on the deck, oreo pancakes, bacon, gigantic mound of crispy hashbrowns, eggs with sweet peppers, basil and cheese. We have an adventure filled day of swimming, ziplining, indoor skydiving, etc. We have super yummy bacon cheeseburgers for lunch at Flippers, our favorite local diner. And then in the afternoon, we take a lazy, breezy drive to Napa Valley where we have a hot air balloon ride and watch the sun set. Balloon ride is followed by a 20 course meal at the legendary French Laundry restaurant. We then jet on over to Disneyland in time for the 9PM fireworks show. And we cuddle up on a bench and watch the amazing display of lights and it's magical. Then back home for a quick relaxing dip in the hot tub and off to bed. Yay.
my wedding day!!! me and my fiance will be wearing blood on our faces and ya know, gothic wedding clothes, and other neat stuff(not much thought put in yet)...but when we kiss, a screen in the back of the building will display an atomic bomb going off
The lance strikes when it sees fit
Cutting the bonds of the ones we love
In time all shall dissapear
Leaving mass disillusion and despair
Some will find comfort in faith
Struck by unbeheld horrors
Somewhat the vision of a wraith
We all lose the ones we love,the ones we didnt, and the ones we never got the chance to love
But if it wasnt for this lance, striking down its prey
The most beautiful emotion of all would be forever hidden
Sorrow...
My perfect day would be one in which I find Bernard's Watch. Damn that thing would be useful.
Well, you'd think me naming the lead singer of the band whose song that was in the post title would've been a bit of a giveaway.Originally Posted by Martyr
And nah, I don't steal the material for my posts. I pay a writing team to come up with it for me. (a writing team came up with this joke too) (and that one)
It's true. But we're gonna go on strike soon. Seriously, we don't even get paid money. We just get moldy crackers and involuntary butt sex.
And by pay, he means whip. And by writing team, he means me.
My perfect day out would probably involve good weather. That's as far as I've gotten, a perfect day for me would likely not be planned.
TOO SLOW, DUCK BOY!
pr0pz to oddler for writing this post. JUST KIDDIN!!!
Uh oh, you two were never supposed to find out about each other. This is...this is awkward. Now we can have a teen movie where the two of you plot revenge on me for two-timing you, presumably by humiliating me at the big game! I am the star quarterback. Oh, and one of you is a cheerleader, the other is a nerd, and you have to learn to overcome your social differences to unite against a filthy manwhore like myself.
No, you mook. It'll be a romcom where, in planning our revenge (in a humorous way), we'll fall in love and you'll get jealous and kill yourself. Then we'll make love over your crumpled, dead body.
We'll also wear Muppet suits.
... This is starting to sound like the perfect day.
And night, sugar.
A whole 48 hours (though I would not complain if it was more) with my guy, without anyone else to disturb us.
Dang, I wish I had 48 hour days Paul you suck don't bring me in to fix your mess every day is as perfect as it's going to get so you better make the most of it and learn to love it there.
I wouldn't be fussed, I'd make sure it would be my lady friend's perfect day instead.
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