You would sell your soul for a Photo Album? Hmmm, seems a little pricey to me.
Objection, Sir!
Though my soul's already thoroughly tarnished, I regard it as still valuable - so I demand the whole package :) I won't stop at a Photo Album, but you know... if you're already part of the gang, you'll never miss out on the achievements! ヾ(☆▽☆)
O-o-okay, but you know that a bit of polish can return that healthy glow to your soul, that polish being, of course, reading some good yaoi manga. And which achievements are you talking about - there are so many to choose from.
That's the whole point (●'◡'●)ﾉ
And I don't know about that healty glow being regained by reading yaoi... sparkling eyes, okay ヾ(☆▽☆)
But the state of my soul... I don't know, I guess that depends on the viewpoint - "Hang 'em high" ? ^^
Sparkling eyes are the windows to the soul, didn't you know? So the sparkle has to come from somewhere.
And just what are you hanging high, surely you are not removing something precious from all these yummy men to hang up?
O.O
Sacrilege! (I wouldn't! Not these yummy men! Real-life-douchebags, hu-hm, but never these!)
Alright, if my eyes tell the state of my soul, then my soul's fine but blind as a bat ╮(￣▽￣)╭
Hah, that is okay then, and as long as you are not stringing something precious up...then carry on, my wayward one.
Ew, just realized that stringing them up reminds me of a childhood song - about some silver bells hanging on a string, and the fellow calling them his ding-a-ling. *shudders* the strange associations one can make.
Pfhaha^^
Just remembered my mothers outburst back than (she REALLY blew her fuse) and she offered this totally frightened guy to pin him to wall "sunny-side-up"
*ahem* Well, I had to get this personality from somewhere, guess that issue's clear.
Well, my bizarre/twisted personality must come from my father, because my mom still has hers (we are far too much alike) and my dad is a bit of a tool now (think sledgehammer - blunt, heavy handed and not very funny - so I must have taken all the good stuff away from him when I was conceived - yup)
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That would explain so much! (Let's say my father's only talent amounts to fathering offspring - which he diligently did. Everywhere.) - and my mother's still the same (practising her taek-won-do-skills on a wardrobe and claiming afterwards that she wanted to bring it to the garbage dump anyway...)
But she insisted on him being funny back then (else she wouldn't have married him).
*Nods* My mom says the same thing, so it must be true. We suck some of the personalities out of one of our parents during conception, so the one we are most unlike is probably the one with the depleted personality. Apparently my dad was funny at some point, but that disappeared, same as with your dad. Perfectly reasonable. *nods again*
It's confirmed, then. We're weirdness-vampires. Weirdpires. I can live with that. I think.
Photo Album? Alright, I've had it.
Where do I have to sign to sell my soul?