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Sable
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~I had a baby turtle,~
~Its name was Tiny Tim!~
~I sat it in the bathtub to see if it would swim!~
~It drank up all the water,~
~It ate up all the soap.~
~Now its home; sick in bed,~
~And with bubbles in its throat,~
BURP.
Hi there~
*tries to think of interesting things to say*
Why is it whenever someone asks to type or write out a summary about themselves, they go completely brain dead? It would be so nice to be completely narcissistic and ramble mambo jumbo like:*tries to think of interesting things to say*
"Oh hai, I'm Ronald Phizzlebucket the Second. I like pineapples and diaper lasers; but only in the color periwinkle. Oh hey, useless fact #728119 of useless bullshit you don't need to know but will for some reason remember late at night when you're trying to sleep 40 years from now: *deep breath from run on sentence* Did you know that the color blue, since we're talking about Periwinkle and all, was made into a famous pop art by a Yves Klein. Which makes me think of underwear. I don't like underwear. It's a wedgie master of mass destruction. Like Bruce Lee.... without the awesome. Or the bad movie props."
But nooOOOooo. Not Sable. That would be too easy.
Speaking of easy... I like lemons. Cause you know, easy-peasy lemon squeezy? I've heard it all my life but it wasn't until Austin Power's dad on Goldmember said it that I was suddenly like... "Do I like lemons? Do I really?"
Micheal Caine just does that to a person. Makes them question their life. Their motives.
That's why I want to be Batman.
Actually, scratch that. I want to the NightWing.
Screw you Micheal Caine. I do what I want.
And that includes like lemons.
And apples.
