The best band we have never heard of does not exist. This is the Law of Obscure Music. Questionable Content, yo.
Gosh, as if my iMac's keyboard isn't already dead. I'll have to be all stealthy and buy a new one. I don't want my laptop to go the same way. It's...
Gawd, my keyboard's got a problem. A schizophrenic one.
And the pounding of his heart went to Broadway and joined the cast of Stomp. Most probably the most epic line I have read in a fan-fiction this week.
Yes, I think.
That's not hardcore. That's... that's... livercore.
How would you... is that even... what?
Shit, fuck, doddicles. I broke my main computer's keyboard.
Christ on a stick, we didn't do very well today at all. Russia vs. Slovenia, 2-freaking-1.
Wee-ow. His Russian's not all that great, though.
I take my skull and I shake it at you. From side to side. And with that, I shall toddle off to bed. G'night!
You should write an article, Cera. Just... a suggestion.
I might as well choose to see it as a compliment. I could be a Principality. The Panic Principality.
I am currently contemplating whether I should be offended. Just so you know.
Cera! Yeah, I'm like Panic! at the Disco. Only, y'know, not at the disco. Though my name has been confused with Panic, hence one of my previous...
Gosh, I really like The History Boys. And my Good Omens obsession is back.
OH MY GOD PEOPLE SUCK.
The Book of Masters - awful. The History Boys - fantastic.
THIS.
You need to get rid of the dude in your signature, Mr. "We need more girls in our sigs".