So? What do you think??

[Angel Nicholson]

I appoint *you* Secretary of Cheese, and

I'm still really excited over this, not quite sure why. I just am :3
Please, anything you wish to post, post in the chatterbox : D It makes things easier to find and helps us stay clear of clutter everywhere else xp

Have fun!~

*you* Keeper of the Lint.

 

[NerdyGossip]

-looks around- slightly empty....  

[Shawnya Snow]

Sex, Drugs, Hadda be cool,
All the things we learned in school

She's right, Angie. It's empty.

LET'S FIX THAT!

Never fear, I AM HERE!
*cape flaps in the wind*

What do you want me to do, dear sister??!?!

Typical teenage machines,
Anyone tell me what this means?

 

[Angel Nicholson]

I appoint *you* Secretary of Cheese, and

*face palm*

*sigh* you are waaay too much like me, little one...

*you* Keeper of the Lint.

 

[Shawnya Snow]

Sex, Drugs, Hadda be cool,
All the things we learned in school

I learn from the best.
HEY EVERYONE!
Ang has a plastic butterknife up her nose!!!

Typical teenage machines,
Anyone tell me what this means?

 

[Angel Nicholson]

I appoint *you* Secretary of Cheese, and

Thanks for sharing that Shawnya.
I don't now though, so it's all good.

*you* Keeper of the Lint.

 

[VioletFoxtail]

And now another fool does appear!!!
His scarf flows in the wind provided by Snow's sudden heroic moment.
What can he do he wonders still
He puffs out his chest proudly, staring off into JD space  

[Angel Nicholson]

VioletFoxtail

And now another fool does appear!!!
His scarf flows in the wind provided by Snow's sudden heroic moment.
What can he do he wonders still
He puffs out his chest proudly, staring off into JD space

I appoint *you* Secretary of Cheese, and

Haha, win!
You're just like us!!! : D

*you* Keeper of the Lint.

 

[NerdyGossip]

o.o
*settles into a chair, watching the three*
This is going to be amusing...

 

[Angel Nicholson]

I appoint *you* Secretary of Cheese, and

Oh yes, if my little sister comes back, it will be VERY amusing.

Btw, I have not stuck another plastic knife up my nose since then.
A grape, maybe, but not a butterknife.

*you* Keeper of the Lint.