Dave Nails

This entry is pointless.

2009-04-28T22:55:02Z

So.

I saw these at the store today, and thought of Badou.

Yeah I got nothin'.

No girls allowed

2009-04-11T14:36:16Z

So.

Badou.

I'm glad that you're making friends and stuff. Overjoyed, really.

But see, I got this teeny little complaint.

Okay, if Manry were maybe, oh I dunno, over 18, I wouldn't MIND that she flounces about in the morning in nothing but panties and a tee-shirt. First thing I want when I get up is a cigarette and some coffee. Not half naked loli. I am disturbed and somewhat frightened.

Also, I think that perhaps she got our rooms confused, because I really don't think she would have meant to leave her bra on my door knob.

I really really don't want children's services called. I don't want to go to jail again.

And before you ask, NO. I wasn't in jail for pedophilia, I broke a guy's skull open with a pipe wrench. It's a long story. Be quiet.

Lastly, if your midget friend's dad really does decide to kill you, I'm in no way involved with any of this. Got it? Fantastic.

Edit: ALSO, MISTER VERY LARGE BLOND MAN. Hoppenheimer or whatever.

Stop fucking with my little brother or I'll cap you.

oops_i_fell @ 2009-03-17T14:27:00

2009-03-17T19:32:44Z

Fucking laser tag is more brutal then I fucking remembered it being. Fucking Kratos. You don't take HOSTAGES in LASER TAG. We didn't HAVE to hold Yellow for ransom. You've got some issues, dude.

I'm gettin' too old for this kinda shit.

But whatever. It's been brought to my attention that there's gonna be some animated shit based on our comic book thing or whatever, so I figured I'd look into it while recovering from laser tag induced collapsed lungs. So I found this promo video. And naturally, I screen capped it to make fun of Badou.

NOTE: I only had fuckin' print screen and MS paint for this shit, so yes. They are quite possibly the ugliest screen caps known to man.

Here we find Badou, doing what he does best. Besides smoking all of my cigarettes. Doesn't he look happy?

Oh, my little brother. He's come a long way from being bullied at school every day. People used to steal his lunch money all the time. I can't even remember how many times he'd come home crying with a black eye and bloody nose. One time he even asked me to go out and beat up the bully. Isn't that cute?

The natural habitat of a Nails: The dumpster. I've been in so many dumpsters it's not even funny. And now my little brother is following in my footsteps. I don't think that's something I should be proud of.

He really does this, I swear to God. It's the funniest fucking thing.

Gun Smpker. An omen of things to come.

I didn't think it was possible to make Badou look even more feminine, but it seems I've been proven wrong.

Mister Kratos Mister Kratos

2009-03-06T21:42:45Z

Requesting permission to skip training on account of my asthma. SIR. That quarter of a mile I kinda jogged did me in. Not all of us can be Jesuses or whatever you are.

If permission is denied, I'll go into hiding anyway. I'm a master at hiding, you'll never find me. I won't even leave a smoke trail.

BY THE WAY, YELLOW.

It's cool you can sleep on it or something.

Happy birthday and junk. <3

(ooc: lol and I'll reply when I get home from work. :|)

I'm too sober for this.

2009-02-22T14:58:49Z

You fuckers lost me. I have NO fucking idea what's going on. The one fag's a dog the other fag is a tiger/lion hybrid. All the other fags are goddamn KIDS.

Glitter Graphics

Anyway.

oops_i_fell @ 2009-02-11T18:24:00

2009-02-11T23:25:40Z

So. Valentines day, right.

Joke meme or. whatever. Entertain me.

2009-02-03T02:43:05Z

What do you do after you rape Helen Keller?

Break all her fingers so she can't tell anyone.

Your turn.

oops_i_fell @ 2009-01-19T21:20:00

2009-01-20T02:29:04Z

You know Winnie the Pooh, right?

Well today I was taking a dump. And I was thinkin', "wow I really have to shit." Shit. Poop. Poo. Pooh. Winnie the Pooh? Or POO? Winny the Shit? Pooh bear or POO bear? Bear made of poo? Why the hell is he called 'THE POOH', he's a goddamn bear. Isn't his name WINNIE? So why does everyone call him THE POOH? What the hell is this teaching our kids. NAME YOUR STUFFED ANIMALS AFTER DUMPS.

THE POOH.

Christopher Robin is a goddamn little faggot.

oops_i_fell @ 2009-01-13T14:28:00

2009-01-13T19:37:22Z

Being an uncle was fucking weird. You're not allowed to reproduce for real, Badou. The world is not in need of any more Nails'.

By the way.

I'm saving each and every last one of these pictures I took of you being Le père magnifique. My favorite is PROBABLY this one here where you were playing dress up/tea party with Yellow. You should wear your hair in pig tails more often.

Vampire chick. Thank you for not killing my brother. Even though he probably deserved it. Also I am not a drunkard pot head.

oops_i_fell @ 2009-01-02T03:08:00

2009-01-02T08:12:33Z

It is time.

For a word association game.

The first word is "Shitforbrains".

oops_i_fell @ 2008-12-26T13:22:00

2008-12-26T18:39:24Z

I know it's kinda late but.

I just sent/gave some presents to some people.

I hope they don't suck too bad and stuff.

((ooc: Since I'm too lazy to go picture hunting here's a fucking list:

Badou got two new pairs of jeans that don't have blood and ash and poop all over them, a fancy new lighter with a gold engraved picture of an eagle fighting a shark on it, and 'Mr. Necky'. DAVE FOUND MR. NECKY YAY.

Blue got like, a fancy food and water bowl set and a new doggy bed ,and her puppies got matching collars which they're gonna have to grow into a little bit but IT'S FUCKING ADORABLE OKAY.

Squalo gets a pair of leather gloves and some uh. Oil for that supposedly rusted jerk off hand. And a box of glow in the dark condoms for the lulz

Yellow gets a stuffed Pikachu and a yellow scarf with a matching cap mittens. BECAUSE SHE'S YELLOW.

Naoto gets colorful lap blanket to toss over the back of her couch since her flat is so drab and booooooring. Plus a Christmas card.

Yoko and Kittan get some kind of house plant since we be crashing their pad. :|

And that's probably it because Dave doesn't know a lot of people. :|))

oops_i_fell @ 2008-12-18T13:07:00

2008-12-18T18:13:26Z

Whose face do I have to break.

oops_i_fell @ 2008-12-17T09:34:00

2008-12-17T14:43:04Z

Hey cocks.

Where the fuck is my retarded little brother. I owe him a wedgie.

Dear Mr. Bluehair

2008-12-09T02:42:18Z

I BETTER SEE YOU EATING YOUR FUCKING SHOES YOU PIECE OF SHIT.

WHAT PART OF "PLEASE DON'T PISS OFF THE ASSHOLES WITH GUNS" DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND.

Just.

FUCK.

OOC: log post

2008-12-05T21:11:31Z

Who: Badou nicotine_patch, Dave oops_i_fell
What: Dave insists upon teaching Badou how to drive. Naturally, all hell breaks loose.
When: I don't fuckin' care, today?
Where: Varia land
Why: Badou driving a car, come on.
Rated pg-13, for swears. Which there are a lot of. THEY'RE NAILSES.

"My rickets hurt," protested Badou, as he was shoved bodily out onto the terrance. He continued his increasingly panciky sounding complaints as he was pushed along down the stone stepes, past the fountain, and over near the garage. "My rickets hurt real bad. And I think I'm constipated. Also I just got vertigo'ed."

"Stop your bitchin' or I'm gonna put my cigarette out on your forehead." Dave rolled his eyes at his freakishly lanky younger brother, and continued shoving him along, stopping just outside the open garage door. "I seriously don't know what you're so fuckin' afraid of. It's just a car."

"A vehicle made for running over nosy people made of tons of twisted iron and metal and shit that done gets exploded when it gets too hot," babbled the other redhead, trying to do some sort of back-pedaling walk but mostly just tripping over his own feet. "I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING LEARN HOW TO DRIVE."

Dave grabbed a handful of Badou's hair and gave it a good yank in order to prevent his escape. "You don't know shit about cars, just stop bitching and get in before I rip your fuckin' hair out."

Squawking like a bird with gastrointestinal problems, Badou's head was jerked sideways with the yank. Eyebrows knitting, his cigarette jutted out petulantly from between his lips. He frowned. "I ain't getting in."

Dave smirked, yanking again at Badou's hair. "Oh really?" he challenged, flicking his own half smoked cigarette onto the pavement. "And what makes you think I can't make you?"

"OWOWFUCKYOU." Scarred hand going to his head, Badou glowered from beneath his mussed hair. "I'll tell everyone who really threw up in the freezer."

Laughing, Dave pulled the driver's side door open. "It's me, Bad boy. What makes you think I care?" He pointed to the seat. "In."

Badou's eye snapped to the driver's side seat, to his brother, and back again. "Rickets?" he whimpered, still clutching at his head.

"No rickets." Dave replied unsympathetically, "You won't die. That's what seat belts are for. Hop in."

Puffing agitatedly on his cigarette, Badou did not Hop. Nor he did he Hip. And there was certainly no Hip Hopping. There was no movement of any kind from the lankier man- it was, in fact, as if he expected Dave to have forgotten he was there if he was very, very still.

Dave was not a T-rex. This did not work on him. Jurrasic Park was retarded anyway. "Don't make me put you in an arm lock. Get in."

"But-"

Dave put Badou in an arm lock.

"FUCK. SHIT. COCKWHORING JESUS. OKAY. OKAY."

With a small chuckle, Dave released Badou. "And don't try running, because I can and will catch you."

Threats not so lowly mumbled that Dave couldn't hear them distinctly [and maybe wonder at the anatomical possibility of some of said threats], Badou folded himself awkwardly into the driver's seat. He looked down at the many challenges presenting themselves on the dash board, swallowing. Being an only child must've been really cool.

Dave closed the driver's side door behind Badou, and walked around to the passenger's side, letting himself in. After buckling his seat belt, he handed the keys to Badou. "The first part is easy. I'm sure you know what to do with these."

"Jam them up my brother's ass?"

"Not quite, assfuck."

Sticking the keys moodily in the transmission, Badou started the car with a curse and a wince [a gesture he could patent, really]. Looking back to the dahboard, he glowered. Below, his feet fumbled on the gas pedal and the brake. "Now what."

"First, we need to back out of the garage. Put your foot on the break, and move this thingy to the 'R'." Dave pointed out said parts as he spoke, "and you only need your right foot. If we were drivin' a stick shift, you'd be usin' your left foot for the clutch."

Badou did as he was told, only, you know, not.

The car lurched forward, and a CRUNCH came from the headlights.

Dave. Was not amused.
"DO YOU NOT KNOW THE FUCKIN ALPHABET. R DOES NOT LOOK LIKE D."
"YOU ARE STUPID."

Shoulders hunching, eye wide, Badou gripped the steering wheel tight enough to make the imitation leather creak. "SHUT UP. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO FUCKING DO THIS. YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSWEASEL. SHUT UP. I HATE YOU."

With an irritated sigh, Dave put the car back in park. "Okay, chill. try it again, THIS TIME, make sure it's on REVERSE. Thats the R. It KIND OF LOOKS LIKE A P, but it has a little STICK on it."

"SHUT UP I KNOW WHAT A FUCKING R LOOKS LIKE."

The car lurched forward again. CRUNCH.

"OH MY GOD BADOU."
"D IS NOT R."

Badou lashed out, punching his brother in the head. A cloud of pollution was expelled from his mouth as he shouted, "SHUT UP. I KNOW. I JUST. I MEANT TO PUSH IT THE OTHER WAY. FUCK OFF."

Dave rubbed his head, giving Badou this look that said 'Oh my God you are so fucking lucky that I like you otherwise you'd be eating that steering wheel.' "How about you watch your hand and make sure it's in the right place."

Finally, finally, they began to back out of the garage.

However, since Badou was preoccupied with focusing on his hand [even after he'd shifted to reverse], the steering wheel went all the way to the left, scraping the car along the side of the garage as it pulled out.

Dave facepalmed a mighty facepalm. "Just. The break. Put on the breaks. I'm gonna. Learn you some mirrors."

Badou flushed smudgily, slamming on the brake. "SHOWERS, MIRRORS, OKAY, SHUT UP. I GET IT. I NEED TO IMPROVE ON MY PERSONAL HYGIENE. God fucking damnit." He flailed with the steering wheel, not sure what he was supposed to be doing with it.

"NO, idiot. The CAR mirrors. They help you NOT CRASH INTO SHIT." Dave pointed out the fucking rear view mirrors. "Okay? watch the mirrors and back out of the...No. You know what. Hop out. I'll back us out of the drive way. I think you should practice driving forwards first."

Seeing his chance at escape, Badou brightened, hand practically flying to the door handle. "Right, I'll just-"

Dave quickly snatched Badou's pack of cigarettes from his pocket, holding it hostage. "You're getting in this side." He let himself out of the car.

Badou growling the whole way, the Nails brothers swapped seats.

it smells suddenly
of burnt farts
who is burning farts

What the fuck
No fuck you

HAHAHAH
(Yes I left that in FUCK OFF RABID)

So there were apparently no farts. Dave punched Badou for farting anyway regardless of whether or not he had farted. HE THEN gracefully BACKED THE FUCKING CAR out of the probably longer then a highway driveway that belonged to those richass mafia fuckers (He'd blame the damage done to the garage on Squalo later) and pulled it flawlessly onto the convienently not-busy street.

For his part, the younger Nails brother looked unimpressed. "Ooo," he rasped at his brother's smug expression. "Aaa."

The elder Nails brother cocked his eyebrow. "I'd fucking like to see you do that."

Face still deadpan, cigarette dangling listlessly, Badou replied, "I'd fucking like to see you choke to death on a doggy dong."

Dave flicked Badou on the forehead. "That's an awful thing to wish for. You're up, bad boy." He let himself out of the car.

After switching again [and forgetting his seat belt a second time], Badou grabbed the steering wheel in twin vice grips. He grunted for a prompt, ash falling onto his trouser leg.

"Now, put the car in drive -that's the D, NOT the P- and press the gas. GENTLY." Dave double checked his own seat belt to ensure that it was indeed securely buckled.

Badou jerked the stick, flailed a leg twitchily, and the car peeled backwards. "OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK," chanted Badou, until he realised that the car would stop if you jammed on the other one hard enough. Wait, which one?

"THE LEFT PEDAL, YOU FUCK." Dave had both hands on the dashboard in the 'JESUS FUCKING HELL I DON'T WANT TO DIE AGAIN' position. "DON'T TOUCH THE RIGHT PEDAL. LEFT."

"LEFT, RIGHT?"

"RIGHT! LEFT!"

"LEFT??? RIGHT??" Badou's feet slammed on both, then both alternately, causing the car to screech and waver.

"NO! JUST THE LEFT! LEFT!" Dave was almost positive that he was going to puke. If he did, it would be directly in Badou's lap.

The car accelerated even faster, until-

RAMONGONGONG. The rear end of the vehicle plowed right into a tree.

Fuck.
Dave's face met the dashboard. Ow nosebleed. "...Badou."

"I," rasped Badou, wheezing a bit, "think I ate my cigarette. Can I be excused now?"

"No." Ignoring his bleeding-like-a-waterfall nose, Dave lit himself a cigarette. "Put the car in drive."

"You
FUCK YOU"
"You're bleeding," said the other man, looking faintly terrified and mildly green at the prospect of Making it Go again.

"It's just blood." Dave wiped carelessly at his bloody nose with the back of his hand. "Get the car in the driveway and you're done. For the day."

"For the day?" snarled the redhead. He inhaled a big wheeze. "For the day?"

"For the day. Now put it in drive. No. I'll do it. Put your foot on the break. THE LEFT ONE."

Under Dave's barking orders, Badou slowly, slowly inched the car forward. His face was screwed up like he truly were constipated.

Gripping the door handle until his knuckles turned white(er), Dave kept a sharp eye on the road, glancing ocasionally over at Badou to make sure he wasn't shitting himself under the pressure. "That's good, give it a little more gas. A LITTLE more gas."

There was a gritty scraping noise as the kerb dragged along the bottom of the car. Badou wanted to shit himself under the pressure. "How much is a little."

Dave really hoped Badou wouldn't shit himself under the pressure. "Like this." Dave made a small guesture with his fingers, indicating a TINY BIT. TINY BIT. He gave Badou a small, encouraging 'YOU CAN DO IT LIL BRUDDER' type smile.

"What's wrong with your face," rasped Badou in a voice of horror on top of horror. He slowly, slowly inched the gas pedal down.

Dave shugged and chewed on his cigarette a bit, looking back at the road. "NOTHING. Just drive the car. You're doin' good."

If the twitch on Badou's face was a frantic smile, it was lost amid the other twitches also occurring. "Oh." He inched the accelerator down a biiiit more, bringing it up to Elderly Dog Out For a Walk speed.

And that was when the squirrel ran in front of the car.

"COCKS," shouted Badou, flooring it.

"THATS THE WRONG PED-" squish. "...ew."

A tiny dismembered paw spun through the air, it's trajectory headed for Dave's face.

Which nailed him directly in the eye. "SON OF A FUCK."

"WH-" In turning to look at his swearing brother [oh god, they couldn't get matching eyepatches, they'd get weird nicknames or people would think they were lovers, someone would have to cave and get the glass eye! ew! EW!], Badou took his line of sight off the driveway he was zigg-zagging upwards.

It seemed that they and the car were actually going to get off scot-free, as it rolled and rolled up the hill and into the wide area in front of the garage-
where Squalo's car was parked.

Dave retrieved the cigarette he had dropped from his crotchular area and, clutching his squirrel-eye, looked up just in time to scream "FUCK BADOU PUT ON THE BREAKS!" But. Badou was kind of slow on the uptake. And Squalo's car was now imbedded in the side of the garage.
And then the airbags deployed.
But at least nothing exploded.

That was, of course, when the tires on the front of the car exploded.
"THEY'RE SHOOTING AS US!" screeched Badou, cowering down and abandoning all control of the car.

"NOBODY'S SHOOTING, FUCK OFF!" Dave was unamused. But at the same time, he was trying his damndest to keep from laughing. "That was just the tires blowing. Now. Lets. Get the fuck out of here before someone really does start shooting at us."

Badou's head slowly came back up from where the redhead had been trying to cram it underneath the seat. "...That's..."
The colour drained from his face.
"Who can we blame this on. Quick. Quick. He'll SENSE it. He'll slice our willy-dongs off."

"Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh... The gardner."

"No dude he's cool. He sold me pot once. Uhm, you have- in-" he reached out, fingers twitching towards Dave's squirrel-eye.

"Is there still squirrel in my eye. Goddammit." He glanced in the rear view mirror. "Don't do drugs, dumbass. What about the guy that cleans the pool."

Badou looked anywhere but the streak of red up the windshield, and the little fingers waving their final goodbye stuck to his brother's eyelid. "Uh. He hates me because, y'know, I can't swim, and he took that as a personal insult to his skimming abilities, and gives me the evil eye and shit now." A pause. "So. That works."

Dave removed the squirrel fingers from his eye and rubbed it. "Perfect. Okay. At least until we can-...who's car did we hit anyway."

Badou swallowed audibly. "Squalo's. Ferrari."

"Oh balls." Dave thought for a moment.
"Oh. Balls."
"....baaaaaaaaaaaalls."

Dropping his face in his hands, Badou let out a strangled cry of, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. HE LOVES THAT CAR. HE LOVES THAT FUCKING CAR. I'M PRETTY SURE HE'S DEFLOWERED IT'S TAILPIPE. THAT'S HOW MUCH HE LOVES THAT CAR."

"I blame the squirrel." Dave let himself out of the car and began inspecting Squalo's rich-motherfucker-mobile for damage. And let out a high whistle. "I. Bet he has good insurance."

Badou just wailed.

"WELL," Dave came around to Badou's side of the car and opened the door, "NOT BAD FOR YOUR FIRST RUN. Don't. Don't kill me."

The other redhead flopped out onto the stonework on his side, knees drawn to his chest. At the mention of violence, he slowly looked up at his brother.

"Ah..hah." raising his hands defensivly, Dave slowly took a step back. "Well. Nobody died, right?"

Badou got back to his feet much faster than one might expect. He looked torn between homicidally inclinded and pee-pants-inclined. "Yet."

Another step. "Do. You need a smoke. I think you need a smoke."

"You have my cigarettes."

Suddenly, the air became very full of red hair, swears, and bony knees.

oops_i_fell @ 2008-12-03T22:28:00

2008-12-04T04:01:18Z

Ffffff. Shit is so fucking dull. So I stole this from that frostboy kid for kicks.

The Life Experiences Meme: Mark an X next to all of the life experiences you have had. Total them up as you go. Write how many experiences (out of 140) you have had in the cut tag.

Level 1
( ) had an asthma attack
(x) smoked a cigarette
(x) smoked a cigar
(x) tried weed
(x) drank alcohol
(x) been in love
(x) been dumped
(x) been fired
(x) been in a fist fight
(x) snuck out of a parent's house

total so far: 9

Level 2
( ) ever had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
(x) been arrested / seen someone you know get arrested
( ) made out with a stranger
( ) gone out on a blind date
( ) had a crush on an older person [5 years+]
( ) skipped school
( ) slept with a co-worker
(x) seen something die

total so far: 11

Level 3
( ) been on a plane
(x) thrown up from drinking
( ) eaten sushi
( ) been snowboarding
(x) met someone you met on Myspace LIVEJOURNAL
(x) been mosh pitting
(x) taken pain killers
( ) love(d) or lust(ed) over someone who you can't have
( ) been in a bad relationship

total so far: 15

Level 4
( ) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
( ) made a snow angel
( ) had a tea party
( ) flown a kite
( ) built a sand castle
( ) gone puddle jumping
( ) played dress up
( ) jumped into a pile of leaves
( ) gone sledding
(x) cheated while playing a game

total so far: 16

Level 5
(x) been lonely
(x) fallen asleep at work / school
(x) used a fake / someone else's ID
( ) watched the sun set / sun rise
(x) felt an earthquake
( ) kissed a snake
(x) been tickled
(x) been robbed / vandalized
( ) robbed someone
(x) been misunderstood

total so far: 23

Level 6
( ) pet a deer
( ) won a contest
(x) been suspended
(x) had detention
(x) been in a car / motorcycle accident
( ) had / have braces
( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
(x) had déjà vu
( ) danced in the moonlight
( ) hated the way you look

total so far: 27

Level 7
(x) witnessed a crime
( ) questioned your heart
(x) been obsessed with post-it-notes
( ) squished barefoot through the mud
(x) been lost
( ) been to the opposite side of the world
( ) swam in the ocean
(x) felt like you were dying
(x) cried yourself to sleep

total so far: 32

Level 8
(x) played cops and robbers
( ) recently colored with crayons / colored pencils / markers
(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(x) made prank phone calls
(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
( ) kissed in the rain
( ) written a letter to Santa Claus
( ) been kissed under the mistletoe

total so far: 36

Level 9
( ) watched the sun set with someone you care / cared about
( ) blown bubbles
( ) made a bonfire on the beach
(x) crashed a party
( ) have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people
( ) gone rollerskating / blading
(x) had a wish come true
( ) been humped by a monkey
( ) worn pearls
(x) jumped off a ledge into water (Falling counts, right?)

total so far: 39

Level 10
(x) screamed "PENIS" in class
( ) swam with dolphins
(x) got your tongue stuck to a pole / freezer / ice cube
( ) kissed a fish
(x) worn the opposite sex's (Not voluntarily, I might add.)
(x) sat on a roof top
(x) screamed at the tops of your lungs
( ) done / attempted a one-handed cartwheel
( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours
(x) stayed up all night

total so far: 45

Level 11
( ) picked and ate an apple right off the tree
(x) climbed a tree
( ) had / been in a tree house
( ) have been / are scared to watch scary movies alone
( ) seen / felt a ghost
( ) have / had more than 30 pairs of shoes or flip-flops
( )gone streaking
(x) been to / visited someone in jail
(x) played chicken
( ) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on

total so far: 48

Level 12
(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger
(x) broken a bone (Ribs. Ribs, oh how abused thou art.)
(x) been easily amused
( ) caught a fish
( ) caught a butterfly
(x) laughed so hard you cried
( ) cried so hard you laughed
(x) mooned / flashed someone
(x) had someone moon / flash you

total so far: 54

Level 13
(x) cheated on a test
(x) forgotten someone's name
(x) slept naked
( ) French-braided someone’s hair
( ) gone skinny-dipping in a pool
(x) been kicked out of your house (Does being burned out count.)
( ) rode a roller coaster
( ) went scuba-diving / snorkeling
( ) had a cavity

total so far: 58

Level 14
(x) been used
(x) fell going up the stairs
( ) licked a cat
(x) bitten someone
( ) licked someone
(x) been shot at with a paint ball / bb gun (usually REAL guns.)
( ) had sex in a field / garden
(x) flattened someone’s tires
(x) drove in a car until the gas light came on
(x) had five dollars or less and bought something (SMOKES SMOKES SMOKES)

total so far: 65

Level SPECIAL (because there actually WEREN'T 140 questions. :|)
( ) been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
( ) eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
( ) gone back to school
( ) dyed your hair
(x) had amazing friends
(x) saved someone’s life
(x) survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived (lol like 37 times)

total: 68

Whateeeeeeeeeeeve

Oh hi

2008-12-02T02:37:09Z

So.

Hi. I'm Dave. I'm sure a few of you know my obnoxious little brother, Badou. Figured I'd "BE COOL" and join this little internet thingy.

I'm out of shit to talk about already.

SO, here's a display of Badou's imaginative artistry.

He USED to be adorable. Now he just smells funny, apparently.

EDIT: THE THING COULD KICK THE HULK'S ASS. BADOU KNOWS NOTHING.