Jag och Mimmi snackar i fejsbokschatten och glider lite smått in på årets bal som han var på igår. Ååå balen! Romantiskt eller nåt….

 

 

Mimmi: GJORIAAAAAAA

Jag: ?

Mimmi: godzilla med japansk brytning

Jag: hmmmm

thats not how u speak to a lady

Mimmi: sorry :<
jag är förkyld Yolinda :<

Jag: hrmpf

Mimmi: its the prom, it changed me... all those brave men and women who died at the red carpet, and then inside at the enemies side

im damaged

Jag: why did u have to kill so many ? WHY mimmi WHY!??

Mimmi: i dont know!! I DONT KNOW!!!
IT WAS ME OR THEM! DO OR DIE!
War... it... it truly brings out the worst in you, a darkness you never thought you had in you...

sobs

i dont know, sometimes

at night

when i just lay there looking up at my roof

i can hear them, they scream. Scream for an answer... for a reason, and all i can give them is a blank face

and nothing more. The prom of '11, it was hell!

Jag: there there mimmi.... its not like they diddnt deserved it....

Mimmi: hahahaha

Jag: haha

Mimmi: och så var det på balen

Jag: A fantastic night of many wonders

önska jag var där

 

Här har vi honom :) fina mimmi, vars tuc tuc förvandlats till nån slags bil utan tak: