Воу, стойте, мы почти дофлудили флудную!
То есть, как бы, алкоголизм побеждает и прочно входит в нашу повседневную жизнь! Моя миссия на этой планете удалась! *ищет труселя как у Супергероя, но канареечного цвета*
Следующий будет в честь пироженых и прочей чепухи. У нас как бы дети тут везде.

Работает из-за того, что ты безумный и любишь оголяться без причин

Отредактировано Emma Swan (Четверг, 23 апреля, 2015г. 21:24)

Фига се ты дерзкая!

Я пытаюсь отойти от состояния: ОН СПАИВАЕТ МОЮ МАМУ ОН КЛЕИТСЯ К МОЕЙ МАМЕ МАМА НЕЕЕЕТ xDDD
xDDDD
*выдыхает и хохочет от души* Ох, эти двое!
ПАПУ СЮДА! СРОЧНЯК!
Ладно, вроде на время отпустило *пошла говорить Уиллу, до чего пост классный*

после вторника следующей неделе я к вам возвращаюсь!

кажется, скоро у Свон появится новый папа

Emma Swan, а что, го по-английски.
Ну или, если хочешь, можешь мне заплатить, переведу в лучшем виде 

ЭТО ПРЕКРАСНО И Я ПЛАКАЛА

''A SHORT STORY,'' by EMMA SWAN
Once upon a time there was a young girl named EMMA.  EMMA was 28 years old and lived in STORYBROOKE, MAINE.  While walking home from school one day, a RED REGINA MILLS jumped out from behind a HENRY and tackled EMMA to the ground.  But just when she was about to let out a scream for help, EMMA realized that the RED REGINA MILLS was only licking her face, not trying to bite it off.  At that moment, EMMA decided to keep the RED REGINA MILLS as a pet.  And on the way home she decided to name her pet RED REGINA MILLS ''Mr. WOODY PANTS.''  When EMMA and her new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch?  That's right, it was EMMA's mother, Goddamn SNOWWHITE.  And boy was she surprised to see a RED REGINA MILLS following EMMA into the yard!  ''What in the world is that?'' shouted Goddamn SNOWWHITE.  ''It's a RED REGINA MILLS,'' answered EMMA.  ''Dah, I can see that, EMMA, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Goddamn SNOWWHITE.  ''It's my new pet!'' answered EMMA.  ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Goddamn SNOWWHITE.  ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates RED REGINA MILLSs.  But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.''  And with that EMMA grabbed Mr. WOODY PANTS by the scruff of the neck and led her new pet into the house--even though she knew her father was probably going to disapprove.  Once in the house, EMMA and Mr. WOODY PANTS played and played, that is until EMMA's favorite television show, ''DISNEY AFTERNOON,'' started.  At that point EMMA forgot all about Mr. WOODY PANTS having an unsupervised run of the house.  That is until half way through ''DISNEY AFTERNOON,'' when EMMA was brought back to reality when she heard her father shout, ''YOU'RE DEAD!!  EMMA! Get your BOOTY in the WHAT ROOM?...NOW!!''  With that EMMA rushed into the WHAT ROOM? to see what all the fuss was about.  When she entered the WHAT ROOM?, there stood her father, Mr. COMA PATIENT, pointing toward the YOUR FACE.  ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked her father.  Then, as EMMA followed her father's finger to where it was pointing, she instantly knew what her father was so upset about.  There, smack dab in the middle of the YOUR FACE, was the biggest pile of REGINA MILLS doo-doo she had ever seen!  ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Mr. COMA PATIENT.  ''But you had better get it cleaned up now!  And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!''  Well, knowing her father as well as she did, EMMA knew there was no sense even asking her father if she could keep Mr. WOODY PANTS for a pet.  So without hesitation, EMMA set out to find where Mr. WOODY PANTS was hiding.  After a few minutes of looking, EMMA discovered Mr. WOODY PANTS crouched beneath the table that EMMA did her SEARCHING THINGS on.  ''Come on, Mr. WOODY PANTS, it's time to find you a new home.  And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the YOUR FACE!'' scolded EMMA.  ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet REGINA MILLS!!  And with that EMMA led Mr. WOODY PANTS out of the house and down to the local GRANNY'S.  They had a pet section and EMMA knew the owner would find Mr. WOODY PANTS a good home.  So after saying good-bye to Mr. WOODY PANTS, and thanking the owner of GRANNY'S, EMMA walked backed home and attempted to drown her sorrows by slamming down a half dozen ALCOHOLs.  But EMMA's pity party came to an abrupt end when her father reminded her about the mess she had neglected to clean up.  And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, EMMA suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on.   The End.

Это похоже на квесты, которые я пишу временами на ролочках, бггг.

Это было бы забавно, но нет. Тогда мне будет нельзя со Свон, ээээ, ДРУЖИТЬ. 

В очередь, "дружище"

Боги, мне должно быть страшно своей неграмотности в составлении предложений, НО ХОЧЕТСЯ ЖЕ.
Ох, Кэссиди, ты вообще без чувства самосохранения, какая девушка может перед тобой устоять?

Поумерь пыл, любитель всяких там... оттенков! 

Отредактировано Emma Swan (Среда, 29 апреля, 2015г. 13:44)

А то!
Лингвистическое ты жигало

   
Это такое няняня xDDD

Отредактировано Emma Swan (Среда, 29 апреля, 2015г. 23:40)

О БОГИ, Я НЕ УВИДЕЛА СРАЗУ ЭТОТ "БОНУС"!
Кэссиди, ты дьявол *_______*
Азазаза!

Воу, услышать от тебя такое... очень лестно. Да я секси!
Хотя звучит отстойно, о, Кэссиди, о изучатель Пэна xDDD

А я чую, что так налажаю в грамматике, что...

Отредактировано Emma Swan (Четверг, 30 апреля, 2015г. 15:20)