See? I told you he hated your guts.
He hates your guts.
I feel the assumption was that you stayed normal because you have no outstanding features or interesting ideas.
Memento mortuorum.
I'm assuming normals are still around and I'm still one of them.
Keep this one for a little longer. I think it sounds better than Amaury as a handle and it'll give you some time to really think over what you wish to change your name to.
Could also be smoking weed, getting laid, sleeping, doing work or any number of other things. Your supposition is baseless.
Depending on how traditional you wish to be both can be right. 'Goodnight' is widely acceptedly in a modern sense but I feel like it hasn't had enough time to gain the official documented currency of terms like something or anywhere. For your purposes, I'd go with 'good night' as that is definitely beyond a shadow of a doubt what we'd call 'correct' and you have a newfound obsession with being 'correct'.
Eleven hundred and three.
Indeed they shall. Indeed. They. Shall.
Edited into one and lined and colored by hand in gimp. CnC always appreciated.
FBI agents with neckbeards. All of them.
I don't care if you have the face of a girl, the voice of a girl, the slenderness of a girl and mannerisms more feminine than any woman. You're still a guy.
I told you earlier didn't I? That you are actually a guy.
I forgive you. Now go kill the traitors, my friend. Kill them all.
I mean, it cut my skin and muscle tissue when that dog punched me for making fun of his mother so I'm gonna say they're claws.
But dogs have both claws and teeth.
Really, I thought you were more of a cock.
Description got me to a tee. I am amuse.
Assume everyone is a man. A fat forty something with a neckbeard and a social disorder. You will always be right.
