Okay, yeah, now I'm kinda curious. What did that baleeted spam review say? XD
Also, just so you don't think this is completely for the sake of me feeding my own ego...
I swear, there are reasons why I didn't VM you. Great reasons. Reasons that have nothing to do with dial-up and my father whining, "GO OUTSIDE, WOMAN."
Also, sorry I kinda left abruptly on you the other night. Dad was waking up, and it was 2:30 in the morning. It'd be awkward to explain to him the reason why I was still online was because I was talking about pants to my friends. Real friends, not the ones who don't return my calls. And may I add that I don't understand my parents' logic of, "She said they're busy with internships and summer jobs, which means she must be able to call them while they're at work at any time to tell them to drop what they're doing and socialize with my daughter!"
Sometimes, I really hate living at home. *facepalm*
Also, as usual, I'm always around if you need someone to talk to, one way or another. I'm really sorry I've sucked at replying to your VMs/PMs lately, but I'm going to try to improve that because, really, I really enjoy my conversations with you.
That said, going back to the other VM...
If this is the same Val that kicked Angel in the nuts, maybe that has something to do with it too? XD I mean, the poor guy's already emasculated (I love that word. Emasculated.) enough by having a man-womb that makes him crap out babies periodically. Maybe he just wants to avoid the frontal pain of having a toddler plant a foot in his groin.
Alternatively...
Andy: "OH MY GOD WHAT ARE THOSE THEY'RE LIKE PARASITES ATTACHED TO YOUR CHEST SUCKING OUT YOUR LIFEJUICES"
Val: "...They're called boobs, Ender."
Do you still have these screenshots? XD
Also, aww. Andy just wants to be loved and listened to. But his life partner and daughter don't really care.
Also also, for some reason, I'm imagining that last line as being accompanied by a musical number. For some reason. So, Andy, pregnant and in a top hat?
You know, after this and the comment I made about Andy in an apron and pearls makes me think that you just inspire the strangest mental images ever for me. Or maybe I was capable of that on my own, but for once, they're not about Bill. (I'm sure in an alternate dimension, Bill feels a sudden sense of relief, but he doesn't know why.)
XD Exactly. Alternatively, Bill is in the bathroom either throwing it up or trying to pass it while his digestive system revolts while Andy is kneeling outside the door and whimpering like a kicked puppy and going, "Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorryareyougoingtodieinthere? ;_;"
And, again, pictures are needed of Val. XD
*wears fur and eats rare meat in response*
Another reason why you should come to Northampton while I'm there: decently priced sushi that's still edible. (Although what would be decently priced? At this one place I know, you could get two kinds for a total of $10, which isn't so bad for sushi but still might be expensive. I dunno.)
Well, if people want to get in your pants, you'll still need pants, dear. XD
And a shirt, of course. But, you know, I never thought of that. I kinda want to dare one of my friends to test this loophole on the 90+ restaurants around the campus. I'd do it myself except I don't like how I look without pants, either.
I call Rule 34 on the entirety of this paragraph.
Woot!
Meanwhile, all those cars that end up in four-car pileups as you speed along the hour or so from where you are to where I go to college? Yeah, who cares? Except the news, only that'd be kinda badass to be the cause of a major news story.
IT WAS MEANT TO BE.
Haha. And, of course, at 1928, they probably didn't realize the implications there. Or, they did, but people were dirtier back then.