can't sleep
Jul. 12th, 2003 07:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
For my own personal amusement...
Starring Z, Zach, Fedde, Peter, and Jeebus.
Z: I think we're doomed.
Fedde: We are the harbingers of doom. We're the horsemen of the apocalypse. I'm pestilence, Zach's death-
Z: I wanna be a horseman!
Fedde: Can't. The title kinda rules that out, you see... horseMAN.
Z: How can you be sure?
Zach: Oh boy...
Fedde: The frontal anatomy.
Z: I don't HAVE frontal anatomy! Everyone in this car has bigger boobs than I do!!!
Fedde: True, but I was talking about the other kind of frontal anatomy.
Z: ...again, how can you be sure?
Zach: Oh boy...
Z: It could've gotten lost somewhere.
Fedde: No...
Z: I WANT A DEATH HORSEY!!!
Fedde: Okay, fine, you can be famine. You're thin enough.
Zach: I thought Tyler was famine.
Fedde: Not since he moved in with his girlfriend.
Z: Why did he move in with his girlfriend?
Fedde: Because. He's. WHIPPED!
Z: Ah... but he probably gets sex several times a day.
Zach: BASTARD!!!
Scary things happen when Fedde is behind the wheel...
Z: We're gonna die, aren't we?
Fedde: I've already TOLD you, you and I CAN'T die. Our powers cancel each other out, so when the end of the world comes it's just gonna be you and me sitting on a rock, arguing over whose fault it is.
Z: Oh yeah! You guys are gonna die, aren't you?
Peter & Zach: Yeah...
Peter and Jeebus are obviously the strong, silent types.
Of course, nothing can beat the sound of sheer terror that Zach made when he went to put on his protect-me-from-Fedde's-driving-belt (seatbelt) and found that it was TORN IN HALF. XD
Good times.
Starring Z, Zach, Fedde, Peter, and Jeebus.
Z: I think we're doomed.
Fedde: We are the harbingers of doom. We're the horsemen of the apocalypse. I'm pestilence, Zach's death-
Z: I wanna be a horseman!
Fedde: Can't. The title kinda rules that out, you see... horseMAN.
Z: How can you be sure?
Zach: Oh boy...
Fedde: The frontal anatomy.
Z: I don't HAVE frontal anatomy! Everyone in this car has bigger boobs than I do!!!
Fedde: True, but I was talking about the other kind of frontal anatomy.
Z: ...again, how can you be sure?
Zach: Oh boy...
Z: It could've gotten lost somewhere.
Fedde: No...
Z: I WANT A DEATH HORSEY!!!
Fedde: Okay, fine, you can be famine. You're thin enough.
Zach: I thought Tyler was famine.
Fedde: Not since he moved in with his girlfriend.
Z: Why did he move in with his girlfriend?
Fedde: Because. He's. WHIPPED!
Z: Ah... but he probably gets sex several times a day.
Zach: BASTARD!!!
Scary things happen when Fedde is behind the wheel...
Z: We're gonna die, aren't we?
Fedde: I've already TOLD you, you and I CAN'T die. Our powers cancel each other out, so when the end of the world comes it's just gonna be you and me sitting on a rock, arguing over whose fault it is.
Z: Oh yeah! You guys are gonna die, aren't you?
Peter & Zach: Yeah...
Peter and Jeebus are obviously the strong, silent types.
Of course, nothing can beat the sound of sheer terror that Zach made when he went to put on his protect-me-from-Fedde's-driving-belt (seatbelt) and found that it was TORN IN HALF. XD
Good times.
nikki anon.
Date: 2003-07-12 06:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-12 08:58 pm (UTC)We still have to give Fedde a going-away party anyway. o_o He's leaving in a couple of weeks. BASTARD!
XD
Date: 2003-07-12 08:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-12 09:00 pm (UTC)I should make that into A STICKER! O_O
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Date: 2003-07-14 05:54 pm (UTC)