That baseball game last night was awesome! Kansas City won though....:-(.
I basically danced my socks off at that concert.
And I got to dance with my irl boyfriend. A mix of love and crazieness is awesome. Purely....
Hey Amber, can I borrow your flamethrower? Oh no. You fell asleep. DANG!
Amber just got to what is it? SERGEANT! She went from being a wimpy Private to a Sergeant. Woohoo her. I'm still a wimpy Private...
*Rearranges Amber's playlist so it starts out with her most faviorite songs*
OH. SHE HAS TIME TO GO PVP NOW? AFTER SHE FELL ASLEEP?
*Chases Amber around the Myth Mainson*
What Amy was about to say was this:
No! I gotta say it!
Amy, one day i'm gonna pwn you at pvp for that.
Okay! I'm back!
Now. Amy, say what you gotta say. You too, Angie.
Don't call me that!
Hey Amber! Was wondering if I could---
*See's arguing sisters.*
Esmee, get out.
Okay guys! Comment here if you wanna help me defeat:
Erm, I don't know what I wanted to say.
Can we wrap this up? We're probably boring so many people.
Was about to say the same thing.
Angela= outta this spiral!
Aah, peace at last.
Amy, here's my flamethrower. Angela, here's a few Wild Bolts. And Esmee....
*Pokes head back in* Yeah?
*Nod.* Stay safe, sure, and responsible.
Where's Amber. Jr. been?