Currently ongoing. I aced mine; she will as well. It's a ‘lock. Some questions remain (for some) as to, weather or knot, she'll beat my high score, as well as, whether or not I wagered on her to pass or fail The Kobayashi Maru. (It's an older, more optional part of The Trials, but trust Me; she knows what I had to do in order to score what I did, and she won't miss such an opportunity to impress me/Him right back, even between the eyes.)
Obviously, there is no question that I wagered. (Jesus, have you met me? KNOW: YOU DID NOT.) I bet the farm on this broad... a decision that l, will not only never forget *nor* EVER regret, I would do it again and again and again. Same decisions. Every. single. Time.
With. STILE.
Behind a van, in front of a van, next to a van, around the corner from a van. Totes anywhere.
This isn't any end of my line... THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD. And that's not mellow gold, or even yellowcake uranium... that's yellow pancake batter. Stay tuned.
Some of Eewww, People are literally going to s*** your pants. My hand to God.
Pack a lunch -and- a hearty, balanced breakfast—dinner is on (Prot). I hope all of all y'all like bananas.
With spidersauce. *glasses clink*
