So, which of you fine, lovely, ladies would like to accompany to the Valentine's Day Ball this weekend? I promise I won't nip ~

Nancey, I need your honest opinion 'bout somethin'.

For the rest of you goin', no worries. I'll get you there if you're be needin' a hop, k?
Cool.

For the newbies on here I haven't gotten a chance to 'yak, yak yak'.

I'm Frost, Jack Frost. Ice to meet all of you.

[Wind whipping is heard in the backround]

Eris [Jack's voice breaks the silence]

Not... [Starts chatting as he speaks next cause he's cold] Kkkkkkk-- Ccool.

[Sneezes Violently]

Somebody mind giving me a lift [Sneezes again and sniffles]

Someplace warmer? [Sneezes]

^{(Eris is displeased with Jack so, turned him mortal and poor guy doesnt know how to handle the cold all that well and backdated cause we just finished the log so before Elphaba came back offically)}

 I don't care what the frick you say.


John Lennon was the greatest man that ever frickin lived.


Feel free to discuss.

I just had the frickin weirdest Thanksgiving ever.

It was all pretty good until my Mom showed up, and demanded that JD try and carve the turkey, since he was, aheh, the manliest (or because he had hair like our old pool boy), little did she know I have more strength in my left pinky then he's got in his entire abdomen.  He does, however, have the tightest frickin butt this side of the Mississippi.


Anyway, around that time, his hands flew off of the carving knife and shucked the turkey up into the air. Turk rushed to catch him, but slipped on some gravy Carla spilled, and ended up punting it like a football right at Mom's head. She freaked out, since she had just got it cut like six hours ago, and started running around like a turkey chicken with it's head cut off.

Long story short, she ended up with third degree burns, and that was the best damn turkey I've ever had.

W-what the frick is going on!?!

This is even worse then that time in high school when I tried to take all my birth control pills at once and grew a beard!

...

Elphaba? Nancy? Meg? Elliot? If you four aren't changed, tell me, what do I do with these things outside of bouncing them?
Tsunade, I think you have a 'daughter' rather then a 'son' now.

<sup>Apparently, Germany won out


(He's consider a she only in Germany ^^)</sup>

 
So, I was watching Red Dawn (power fist to the Wolverines), when I realized I needed a new hobby.

Now, since I have big fat man ankles, dancing's out of the frickin' question, and I sing like a tone deaf whale in a death clamp, that pretty much limits me. 

So, I'm uh, up for any suggestions.

And for the last frickin' time, no, I won't star in your porno, Snoop Dog Intern, stop asking!!