Lair of Flying Green Song Rabbits

No, this is not a L'Oreal Paris advertisement but it is just as cheesy! The blog is starting to become sickening sweet from all the gooey fluff happening lately. What happened to the constant whining and emoing?!

A little backlogged, but unlike Mr. D, Mr. N is more frequent with the DA.

Click for PORN! I mean, yeah, click.

PS: This post is rated PG.

Arguing about alcohol...

N: Buenas dias. Gin is your drink of choice? Gross.

Serena: What?! It's so I can make margeritas (and martinis!). I just want to drink some alcohol right now.

N: Why!

Serena: What do you mean?

N: Why do you want a drink?

Serena: Why can't I want a drink?

N: Out of character?

Serena: *offended* Not really, I like my cocktails.

N: Since when does my baby drink.

A bit rich coming from someone who's passed out drunk before.

N: If I have to change or accept random things, I don't care, I'll do it. My shoe size is 13.5. I think.

Serena: And I was looking through my wardrobe, Winter clothes are all black I need some colour! Well, all my nice clothes are black, wish you came during Summer where I can flaunt my cleavage but then you'll see my fat arms. Lose-lose situation, man.

N: No twinkies for you.

Serena: WHAT! WHY?!

N: Because, fat arms you say. I'm doing you a favour.

Serena: Mean *cry* But good call.

N: I'm still bringing them.

Serena: Oh but fat arms :(

N: Oh well.

Om nom nom nom.

Serena: Apparently a LOT of girls dig the metro hair, ultra tall and stick thin in skinny jeans look.

N: Gay. No thanks. I need to meet people and golf, I can't look like that. And I wouldn't choke my junk with chick jeans, I need spaceee.

The end of the L'Oreal Paris ad.