Jay
the fool on the hill
I like your honesty, wittyusername. You have my respect.
Twilight has reached whole new levels of fucked-up:
http://chud.com/articles/articles/2...-DAWN-MUST-BE-MADE-INTO-A-MOVIE/Page1.html?72
Sweet Christ-kabob you need to read this.
A C-section by chewing through the mother with your teeth? A super-baby kicking through mom's spine and ribs, crippling her? An adult werewolf that is sexually attracted to an infant vampire? Twilight has reached whole new levels of fucked-up:
http://chud.com/articles/articles/2...-DAWN-MUST-BE-MADE-INTO-A-MOVIE/Page1.html?72
It is my sworn duty in life to kill that man and steal Taylor Swift for myself.
I mean, uh, that IS the guy that she's dating or whatever, right? I dont' keep up on this tabloid crap at all. I just love Taylor Swift.
Robert Rodriguez needs to film this. Right. Fucking. Now.
You mean Sam "Spiderman-meets-Guys-&-Dolls" Rami?
No thank you.
I mean Sam Evil fucking Dead Raimi.
He's not here. He went crazy, not sure when or if he'll be back.
Edward answered in a lifeless voice. "He thinks you're pregnant."
The words sent a warm shiver down my spine. The little nudger fluttered inside
me.
I stared out the window for a moment, but the nudger didn't respond.
Edward had just called my little nudger a thing. He said Carlisle would get it out.
I knew there was nothing left inside me, and I faintly remembered the bloody
removal scene, but the physical proof was still hard to process. All I knew was
loving my little nudger inside of me.
She was the same one I'd fought for from the beginning. My little nudger, the one who
loved me from the inside, too. Half Edward, perfect and lovely. And half me ?
which, surprisingly, made her better rather than detracting.
My baby. My little nudger.
Dear God, I can't do this anymore. Mother of God, please save me from this wretched prose. This is what girls are getting moist all over? I fear for the future of our species.
Who the hell writes in the first person? The author clearly needs psychiatric services and immediate medication.
Who the hell writes in the first person? The author clearly needs psychiatric services and immediate medication.
He's not here. He went crazy, not sure when or if he'll be back.