A bike by any other name…
Francis: Heh, yeah. I’m that kinda guy. I named it Frankenscooter. No, really. See, a pal of mind had this knack for putting together some pretty wicked choppers and after I uh.. borrowed a flat screen for him he made me one. She was scha-weet! Man. I miss that bike. She’d be useful right about now. Better than hoofin’ it.
Louis: Yeah! Too bad you don’t have it, and that your friend didn’t make a side car for it. It’d be perfect.
Francis: Yup. Could pack a bunch of supplies in there and be set for a while.
Louis: I meant it’d be perfect for me to ride along so I don’t have to smell that vest of yours.
Francis: You mean the vest you washed?
Louis: Uh… You’re not gonna hit me again, are you?
It Must. Be. Even.
Francis: Man. I think we both hate it. Louis mentioned before that he tried to fix it, but it kept coming undone anyway. If it was possible I’d think his shirt turned into a goddamn zombie. You know what I really hate? That high water pant leg! It’s so stupid. He won’t cut the other one to make it even. It’s driving me crazy!
Louis: I didn’t know you were OCD, Francis. Learn something new every day.
Francis: I’ll OCD you.
Louis: That makes no sense what so ever.
Francis: Cut the goddamn pant leg.
I usually don’t do the Valentine’s Day thing, but eh.. I saw this and thought “Why not?”
So happy flying-naked-arrow-shooting-baby day.
That greasebag and I have NOTHING in common.
ZERO. Do you understand?
Francis: Figures they’d go and say something to you. Yeah, nothin’ in common. Nothing. Don’t bring it up again, jackass. Not to me, not to Colonel Sanders, no one, eh?
((A little late, but better late than never. And technically it’s still Christmas! Gmod isn’t acting quite right just yet. I had to do some layering with screen shots and such just to make it look right. Bah. I haven’t given up on this blog! I’m hoping that it’ll fix itself. Other wise I’ll check out Source Film Maker and hope that they’re not missing body parts there.))
M!A: You have to livestream IMMEDIATELY.
((Oh dear. Definitely not. Sorry Anon! I can’t run livestream on my computer. It completely slows it down. Sorry about the late reply. Been griefing over gmod breaking and I forgot to answer this.))
Have you been hitting the sauce a little hard there, buddy? Maybe?
Yeeeaaah…You have fun trying to answer that question on your own, okay?
Hey. Just what the heck do you think is going on here? Answering emails is my gig. Just because Your some guy in a leesure…leeshure…in a white jacket doesn’t mean you can steal the fans who so lovingly adore me. Especially da ladies.
If that’s how you want it, I will take you on, mano-a-mano. The gloves…are off. Technically, they are still on. I was speaking metaphorically. You probably wouldn’t understand such big words though with all that gel being absorbed into your brain.
Why don’t you just go out and kill some zombies or something? Greaser.
Sincerely yours with malice,
Did… Did I just get chewed out by a Nacho Libre midget? Maybe I’ve been hitting the sauce a little too hard.
Francis: I think I like this Strong Bad guy. You’re awesome, Brother.