|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Opposites AttractFor as long as he could remember, Lamont Toucey had been raised by his parents by a very strict budget which included limited toys. In his humble ten year old opinion, it sucked, a lot. It really wasn't his fault though. He liked to blame his parents because if they had more money, he'd be able to get that G.I. Joe action figure that he'd been begging them for. Instead he was stuck with a few old hand-me-downs from his father and a baseball that he found one day at a park.
The baseball was autographed by Babe Ruth and while Lamont wasn't necessarily a huge fan of baseball, he knew that Babe Ruth was a really good baseball player. It really amazed Lamont that anybody could just leave an autographed baseball laying around in the park. When he initially found it, he tried selling it to the pawn shop down the road, but they wouldn't take it because it didn't appear to be 'legitimate'. At the time, Lamo
Hanna BarfightVeser - LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!
Ples - /eats bar nuts/
Hanna - WHEW! *steals bar nuts*
Veser - BWAHAHAHAHAA! /knocks the nuts out of Hanna's hand by dancing on the table/
Casimiro: Hehehee nuts
Hanna - Not my nuts!
Ples - Veser, I highly advise you come down before you slip
Veser - NEVAAA!
Ples - Because knowing you, you will. -.-
Casimiro - /pushes Veser/
Veser - HAHAHAHA---OOF! /falls/
Casimiro - AHAHAHA!
Ples - Agh! /catches Veser/
Veser - Ahahaha /hugs Ples/
Ples - Veser, are you alright?
Hanna - My nuts steals some more and noms*
Ples - O///O
Veser - /nosebleed/
Casimiro - Yumm
Veser - Eeheeheeeeee
Ples - What?
Casimiro - /licks up nosebleed blood/
Ples - /acts like there was never a nosebleed/
Veser - My bloooooooooood
Hanna - ..DELICIOUS????
Veser - Noo, myy bloo oo /falls asleep/
Ples - VESER! ?Dramatically jumps over the bar table/
Casimiro - Well, I AM a
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
Keep in Touch!