a. Crap I’m a lose my leading lady. b. This is the best audition ever. She’s winning a Tony…
I was right. She left Heights the next week. We cried a lot. She won the Tony. But not before I made myself this T-Shirt [I Translated West Side Story, Lost My Leading Lady And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt]
So what was your first kiss like? If you haven't kissed yet, DO IT NOW ;0;
Connor: Aww look you brought up one of the memories he desperately tries to forget.
Evan: (muffled in Connors jacket) youshutyourstupidmouthyou
Connor: Pff well now we need to explain don’t we.
Evan: (still muffled) Ihateeverything
Connor: Well technically our first kiss went fine, I asked to kiss him cause consent is sexy, and he said yes, we kissed and it was beautiful. Its the second kiss that wasnt……well thought out.
Evan: (muffled screams)
Connor: Evan went in for a second kiss but misjudged the angel and smashed into my nose….and kinda broke it. I was bleeding all over the place Evan started screaming and then passed out. I ended up having to drive us both to the hospital nose broken and bleeding with Evan passed out in the passengers seat. It was a very memorable day. Well for me, Evan probably remembers blood screaming and a concerned doctor asking what happened and why there was a bruise on Evans face around the same size as my nose.
I always thought it was funny that your player character in Pokemon is 10 years old. Like, yeah, they’re “anime ten” where they look at least 18 yadda yadda, but they’re still ten.
Imagine the people in the Pokemon League. These are fully grown adults, right? They’ve trained their entire lives to be the best trainers in their country. They’re the best of the best. And then a ten year old walks in. A high and mighty four foot tall ten year old with a big smile on their face walks in. They’ve never even seen a tity. They don’t know where babies come from. They’re ten.
How did this ten year old get in to your arena? Did they wander in here by mistake? They say they’re here to battle you. Aww, how cute. This kid wants to fight the big league trainers, so they snuck in to fight you. That’s cute and funny. You’ll tell the others about this next lunch break. You decide to humor the kid and accept their challenge. You toss out your level 50 Tyranitar. You and this Pokemon have spent decades together, you trained for ages to get it to Level 50. You’re the best trainer in the country.
The kid reaches on their belt and tosses a Master Ball. Wait, what? A Master Ball? How did that kid get a Master Ball? Out of the master ball pops…
God popped out of the Master Ball.
The very same God Pokemon that controls the flow of space, that you go to church and pray to every Sunday.
This ten year old kid just pulled out a Master Ball and threw God at you. God is, in fact, Level 73.
God shoots Hyper Beam at your life-long partner Tyranitar, causing it to evaporate in to dust. He’s fainted in one hit. The kid yawns.
The kid wipes your entire party of Pokemon, the Pokemon you spent most of your adult life training and caring for. You are stunned. You ask the trainer how long they’ve been doing this. They say “I started a couple of days ago.”