Fate
Tsuna Feesh

Not a her, but I'll tell him you said thanks.

I wasn't allowed to use a fork until I could pick up a single grain of rice, without it just sticking to the chopstick... pure evil.

Fate, excuse me for about ten minutes, would you?

Though, there is already evil brewing in my apartment. The fiance loves eating with chopsticks. There are two pair of bamboo chopsticks in the silverware drawer. What's worse yet I get forced into having to use them. The irony is thick in the air...

Yo man I'm back...What's good wit u Braw?

Not hard to figure out, my location is in my about me section. Though, just try and find out the house number, apartment number and street name. >=D

As long as you remember the evil that is mini-pretzels. And don't forget, chopsticks are more evil than mini-pretzels!

I'm the bashful tyoe that hides her face XD... I don't like it when people sneak up on me and take pictures eerrgggg @.@... I take pictures sometimes but when others do it it bugs me =P

Not when said pretzel makes you bleed quarts of blood.... that is if you were the size of an ant. But still, it soaked through a good 4 bandages.

I wasn't going to in the first place. You trying to weasel that in the conversation!

Who said anything about paying YOU?

Money is an obsession of mine what can I say x3... And is my Faterz a photogenic boy =3 ;P

I wish it was like that... but no, my tale is full of humiliation...
Once upon a time, long long ago, in a far away land of Washington State, there was a boy who liked mini-pretzels. One day, he grabbed a fated pretzel, this pretzel, unlike all the others, was evil in mind and body. The boy took a bite of this pretzel, creating a jagged edge on the remains of the pretzel.
The pretzel, in a fit of rage, forced the boys hand to quickly descend on to his other hand. With his last ounce of life, the pretzel dug it's razor-like edge deep into one of the fingers of the boy's other hand. That act of rage changed something in the boy, from that day forward, the boy swore revenge on all other mini-pretzels. He now attacks the pretzels in one bite each, not allowing them a chance to escape or attack back.
That boy, was me, and this story is true. Listen and learn.

Working outside. Tough job!

What a day! I'm back though!

Faterz this counts for nothing other then helping kids in hospitals XD... It's the goodness in my heart thats making me do this =]... And because I like touching money =3....I want to do a money dance $money$!!!!! x3