Maaaaan, that last entry was embarrassing. Gave me several sleepless nights in a row and I had to lie through my teeth to Al on why I kept making frequent trips to the bathroom.
"Brother, are ya sure you're alright? You're shivering."
Hah if ya only knew buddy. I've never taken this many cold showers in my life. My automail ports ache like crazy.
Hmph.
Anyway I've got another secret to unload...well it ain't TOO much a one so I dunno if it really counts but I'll write it here cause it's like, the only safe place I got left besides Al.
Ok, here goes nothin'.
Major Armstrong is weird as hell.
No wait, I take it back. There's a special brand of insanity that's been passed down the Armstrong family for generations.
I swear they ALL suffer mental issues.
Like, seriously. What kinda meathead emits shiny pink SPARKLES? That's right up there with his incessant need to strip and pose during battle. Oh and don't even get me started on his bright red man thong...ARRRGH MY EYES! THEY BURN! MAKE IT STOP! He's such an attention-starved whore.
Blegh...I just threw up in my mouth a little.
Dude.
Sparkles.
Man thongs.
No wonder he's still single. I shudder at the thought of him procreating. That alone should scare people.
Did I forget to mention the cutesy PINK sparkles?
Like...GAAAAAAYYYYY. Gay, gay, gay gay gay...super GAYYY.
And his sister's a raging butch. She like, does things to guys...that GUYS don't even do to guys.
She scares the piss outta me.
I mean she ain't called the Ice Queen cause of her friendly disposition. I still get the shakes every time I think about it.
No wonder her and Teacher got along.