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Babyguy is singing Beiber.
*Covers ears and hides under a table, accidentally knocking over a few others in the process* o.o; I'll fix that later... First... HIDE!
Don't start. Please.
Yay! It worked ;D Stora: It's just a preference, lol. They're all apocalyptic singers... :3
*Plays deathly JB, Rebecca Black, and OneDirection so that the café is forced to come out and talk or risk shattered eardrums* COME OUT OR DIE
Writer's Café is seven pages behind... Seventy posts... </3
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NUUUUUUUUUUU! CHEESE, Y U ASK? I'm not answering anyways...
My mom won't let me watch any TV. Long story...
Oh, um, that was the translation for the bit at the end about dictionaries and chickens.
Ahhhh. I need to watch that...
(Translation: It's not all ponies and rainbows.)
And if he doesn't say anything you will continue to write at the same level. You still won't improve. Negative feedback is needed. Not hate, but...
Which movie?
Spice. Lol, my mom just cooks obsessively spicily.
:3 Broth runs through my veins! Super spicy broth that is unbearable even to people with higher than average spice tolerances! (Of course, I can...
Toffee is the blood that runs through your sweet tooth.
BAHAHAHA. That was quite funny, actually. The first bit, at least. But kind of typical.