Right after I bought all that gunpowder too...

No promises.

Can we set off fireworks if we leave the chatbox roof open? c:

SIGH FINE. ;A; *lethrowsawayfireworks*

Day 3: It has been a rough reunion. I am currently stuck in a small motel room with two really annoying children. I fear for my survival. I may have to cut out their tongues if I want to live.

I'll be back sometime tomorrow, but it'll most likely be late and I might be too tired to get on. It's a six hour drive, longer with that beautiful Portland traffic if we encounter any, and I'll be forced to listen to my aunt's preferred mediocre hip-hop the whole way, so you might just have to bear without me a little longer.

I can use Jeff's laptop, but there's a bunch more interesting stuff going on (watching my sister rub my cousin's breast milk on her face to cure her herpes for one thing), so you will have to bear without me for a little longer.

I won't be able to check on any posts or anything, but I went ahead and apologized to Grey on ailuronymy for copying his guide (I hadn't thought that he might mind if he ever found it). So you have me to thank for that. Just look over the part where I kept using the words "us" and "we" when apologizing, as if any of you had any part in it. I COULDN'T TAKE ALL THE BLAME, ALRIGHT.

Really now, I've got some tongues to shorten, so I must leave you now. FAREWELL!

At least you're having fun.

I won't take the blame. I can't go back to jail.