What a [bleep]

Booboo is a dude

Oh. Poor Booboo.

Carlos bit a chunk out of his neck.

Damn.

Carlos bit a chunk out of his neck.

 

Yeah, I heard.

Why can't they just be friends?

I wonder what we're eating tonight..

Looks like stir-fry.

>Stir-fry

 

IT BEGINS

[hide]S is dating a brony.[/hide]

 

[hide]S is dating a brony.[/hide]

 

This should be you right now.

Oh.

[hide]S is dating a brony.[/hide]

 

 

Ouch.

[hide]unless that brony is you[/hide]

"I was born ready. I'm Ron [bleep]ing Swanson."

I should get out of bed maybe but iunno

Wanna hear about my dream? Okay. So I was with my dad and my siblings at a college campus (probably mine but dreams make it all weird). We got sent inside to a classroom because there was someone shooting and errything was on lockdown. I went outside for some reason. I got shot at, but the shooter missed and then left and I heard shots in the distance as I casually strolled back into the classroom. I received some campus emergency text to stay inside as the professor in the room told people they could leave. I showed him, and he took my phone away. RUDE. Then I went out again for some reason and saw the shooter: a small, orange, fluffy kitten. I picked it up and walked down some semi-dark and smoky street, where I saw other kittens and some people dancing. There was a table and another kitten was up there looking around. Then, Lady Gaga walked by in some outrageous outfit as she does (I could recognize her by her nose, most of her face was covered) and I just kept watching. Then, the background music that had been going on the whole time stopped and a bunch of guys with cameras jumped down from where they were... shooting, heh, and I found out nobody had been SHOT and the whole thing was just a Lady Gaga video. I stayed for a while playing with the kittens.

ok

When I woke up thismorning Carlos was sitting on my desk chair like Dr. Evil's cat.

Did he bite a chunk out of you?

No he did not. Is dad still taking you up North?

Yes

he said he was taking me too

Wanna hear about my dream? Okay. So I was with my dad and my siblings at a college campus (probably mine but dreams make it all weird). We got sent inside to a classroom because there was someone shooting and errything was on lockdown. I went outside for some reason. I got shot at, but the shooter missed and then left and I heard shots in the distance as I casually strolled back into the classroom. I received some campus emergency text to stay inside as the professor in the room told people they could leave. I showed him, and he took my phone away. RUDE. Then I went out again for some reason and saw the shooter: a small, orange, fluffy kitten. I picked it up and walked down some semi-dark and smoky street, where I saw other kittens and some people dancing. There was a table and another kitten was up there looking around. Then, Lady Gaga walked by in some outrageous outfit as she does (I could recognize her by her nose, most of her face was covered) and I just kept watching. Then, the background music that had been going on the whole time stopped and a bunch of guys with cameras jumped down from where they were... shooting, heh, and I found out nobody had been SHOT and the whole thing was just a Lady Gaga video. I stayed for a while playing with the kittens.

 

Silva got to you. You're a lost cause already. Rejoice in insanity, Zoe.

I don't think wits caused it. I think it was the fact that I'm at college, I was thinking about seeing mi padre today, there's some lady gaga on the playlist I was listening to when I went to sleep, and I love cats. The shooting I don't understand but the rest makes sense until it gets combined