Jigglypuff!

I was on my way to going to bed early last night. However, Cliff messages me and I let him know his coat was safe here. He apparently has Important Things in his coat. So Liz retrieved him and he ended up here. You know the drill, we ended up playing Smash Bros until well past 3 AM, rotating around every single character. I used to be really good at Pikachu, but I’m at a level where his smash move has become a complete detriment. Kirby, my first character, is who I can fall back on. …Or Luigi. I have that ding move down pat, if someone’s falling in mid-air. Mario’s so worthless.

Probably not the smartest move, as I didn’t get to sleep until after 4 AM, and I have class at 11:30, but I have a policy of always socializing if the opportunity comes up. Okay, maybe I should have stopped a little earlier, but MY HA-PENIS IS WORTH IT. Sleep, or playing as Jigglypff and actually being competitive? It’s a hard decision. HARD. Ha ha. Everything sounds like sexual innuendo to me. YEX.

It’s like yes and sex combined into the ultimate Let’s Have Intimate Physical Relations worth. YEX!

I like pointing out that instant messaging is a form of textual intercourse. At least, if you go by one of the secondary meanings for intercourse. That’s such a fun word. I like intercourse in all its forms!

I SHOULD GO BREAK MY FAST SO I AM NOT LATE FOR CLASS. OH CRAP, I AM YELLING.