B-b-b-b-b-baaaaad to the bone. Actually, not at all. I'm a nice kind of guy. Usually. As a general rule, I avoid actions that are considered "bad" in the "cool" sense. Most people who try that just end up looking really stupid. I do that enough already without trying to be bad. I'm not really that angry right now. Why would I be? ...Unless you mean how crazy I am. Extremely, in that case! Irrationality was my defining trait for many years. Now, I'm mainly known for being indescribably stupid most of the time and occasionally spouting off something incredibly wise. What gives me the most joy in life? Hmm... that's a good question. A tough one, too. I think the happiest I am is when I'm reading a good story. I love reading. I can never get enough words. All the reading I've tone has turned me into somewhat of a critic of literature, and I spend lots of time looking for stories and writers that stand apart from the rest. I usually go long periods of time without finding them. But when I do find them... nothing else compares to the feeling of immersing myself into that perfect story. I especially love stories that can spark a deep emotional reaction within me. If a story can hit me that hard in the feels to leave a part of the tale stuck in my heart, then I will forever remember it as one of the greatest things I have ever read. As of now, there have only been four stories out of the thousands I have read that had that strong of an effect on me. I eagerly await the day I can make that number increase.
Lol, if you can convince my dad. My mom would probably be cool with it. She'd be excited that I'm not actually making up my internet friends. My dad would just laugh once and then say "nope!" and move on.
What if I marry both of your parents? Would that be alright? Would they have any problems with me moving in then?
Uh... I honestly am at a loss as to how to respond to this. Good luck getting them to marry you, I guess. They are both happily in love with each other (eww) and neither of them are into polygamy.
Oh, well, you know I'm joking right? I'm not actually going to... uh... marry your parents... ha... ha... haha...
Giggles is a cat. When we first got her, she had a habit of weaving through legs while people were walking or stepping directly in their way. Whenever she got someone to trip or stumble, she would make a strange noise that sounded like giggling. Giggles just stuck. She still makes that noise sometimes, but it isn't as often as it used to be.
What would your reaction be if I just randomly floated right through you? Why is this thread's title white? Can we have a crazy off? Let's see which one of us is more insane.
If you floated through me, I would ask you to do it again in front of a large group of people and make it look as if you were possessing me. Is the title white? Is it? Or is that just a lie told to you by the sneaky admins of this site? The truth is that it is actually a very light tone of grey. You just can't tell the difference. It's all part of Lake Valor's master plan to take over the world. I doubt I would win a competition in craziness. I can't force my crazy moments to happen; they just burst forth randomly. It's sooooper seeeecret, so I can't tell you!
I am still somewhat sane. I'm balanced somewhere between mundane sanity and chaotic insanity. Green is not a creative color.
What would you do if you're attacking a castle and the defenders are pelting you with farm animals? What is a more telling sign of whether someone is worthy of being a ruler: being given the sword Excalibur by the Lady of the Lake or knowing the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow? How did the coconuts get to England? Have you ever snapped a pencil or pen?
"You really are a wonderful leader, Marcus. I'd follow you anywhere." -- Noah, a great friend of mine When it is just me that is being insulted, I generally feel great. I use my incredible wit and scathing sarcasm to turn every insult back at them with ten times the intensity. Slinging insults back at the idiots who try to mess with me is something I've done all my life. By now, it's become a game. However, there is one insult I cannot stand. There's this thing people do where, instead of directly insulting me, they insult my family, usually targeting my mother or sister. If they insult my mother, I get angry but can remain calm. I just try to imagine my mom beating the crap out of them. She can easily do that, too. She spent years as a personal trainer and then became a psycologist, so she learned how to perform countless grapples and holds that can immobilize anyone in less that a second. Even me. But that's another (embarrassing yet hilarious) story to tell later. Anyways, imagining my mother effortlessly demolishing them makes me feel better. Insulting my sister, however... I know she can handle herself just fine. Still, I can't explain just what happens to me. I literally cannot stop myself from trying to kill them. Yes, I do mean this literally. I'm not proud of my instability, but it happens. I would retreat, then simply nuke the castle from a distance. What did you expect me to do? Send in a cheap copy of the Trojan Horse in the shape of a rabbit? Knowing the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow, definitely. Especially if they know both the African and European ones. The coconuts got to England by dark magic. I snapped a pencil once in a competition with some friends when we got bored in class. You had to weave the pencil between your fingers and snap it without using your thumb to help. I was the first one to break my pencil, so I won.
