When was the last time we had therapy?

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sits down and writes a letter.

Dear Mun,

WTF? You put me on a shelf for three weeks and then you turn me into a girl? I was wee all weekend and instead of letting me do fun stuff like get on a slide and play on the swings you gave me minature emo and hid me under a picnic table?

Dude, you suck.

No love,

Marty

P.S. What's the deal with this pine tree? I mean seriously.

Comments

[demonbelthazor]

At least your mun didn't make you declare for all to hear who your boyfriend was.

Especially when he had a wife who was twice your size.

Or maybe three times. She was hitting the sweets pretty hard there at that age.

*ducks and flees*

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Like that was a big shock to everyone! *g*

[demonbelthazor]

Fortunately, Angel is as dense as a gold brick. Obviously, the zombies did eat his brains. ;)

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

No, no, he rides the short bus to school, remember!

*is using this icon because she CAN*

[demonbelthazor]

I think I'm starting to agree with Xander!

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Angel might be as dense as a gold brick, but other people aren't.

*smirk*

[demonbelthazor]

*whimper*

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Whattsa matter, Bel?

*points to icon*

[demonbelthazor]

Liar.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Messing with me now seems like a good idea how?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

:P