It’s confectioner’s custard!
It is using this logic that i have justified giving up on any competative circumstance.
As long as you arm is strong and your blade is sharp, you don’t have to go back to anything you don’t want to.
It’s paint. Krispy Kreme are now carrying paint doughnuts, I believe.
Oh god, this is how I feel whenever I win at something.
I am a very broken person. x_x
Why get sober, ask that girl out, go back to college to be a mortician? ‘Cuz even little victories are still victories, and the paint is always sweeter in a doughnut.
Paint? I say it’s blood. Which makes Cat a fair bit more terrifying.