angry boy-

My name's Michael, don't get me mad. You wouldn't like me when I'm mad. [dependant rp blog for rt-ah-heroes]

[dogwithablogofficial]

Burnie on the Lazer Team set

[teamnice-dynamite]

"How tall is our lovable Jeremy?" "He’s 5’4?” "Oh so close, but no. That is incorrect"

[axger-blog]

What do you call someone who doesn't like to be social. Michael Jones.

[axger-blog]

It’s a thousand dollars, Lindsay.

[replicatingtuggey]

For a thousand dollars I’d do it too. I just would have picked somewhere that wasn’t a golf range. If I’m going to piss someone off even ass a bet I’d choose somewhere that they don’t use metal golf clubs and golf balls. 

[axger-blog]

Okay yeah, that was a fatal flaw. But it's okay.

[axger-blog]

[axger-blog]

Gavin comes up to me and says “Micool, I bet you $1000 that you can’t piss someone off with a sandwich.” So I take the sandwich, eat a lil of it, then find the golfing range. Gavin’s in the back, all giggly. I walk up to the first guy I see and grab his head, then force half the rest...

[axger-blog]

It's a thousand dollars, Lindsay.

[axger-blog]

Uh. A bet, an angry putter, and half a tuna sandwich.

[replicatingtuggey]

The bet part I can see. Not so sure I can think of where the tuna sandwich comes in. Then again I’m sure it makes sense somewhere.

[axger-blog]

Gavin comes up to me and says "Micool, I bet you $1000 that you can't piss someone off with a sandwich." So I take the sandwich, eat a lil of it, then find the golfing range. Gavin's in the back, all giggly. I walk up to the first guy I see and grab his head, then force half the rest of the fucking sandwich down his shirt and the rest up his nose. Then, Gavin's fucking dying of laughter, so the guy takes a swing at him. I jump at him and bam, golfclub to the eye.

[axger-blog]

HAHA. So funny. Much hilarious. Many laughter.

[replicatingtuggey]

What happened that even made you take a golfclub to the eye?

[axger-blog]

Uh. A bet, an angry putter, and half a tuna sandwich.

[axger-blog]

Did you guys know that getting a golfclub to the fucking eye really hurts.

[replicatingtuggey]

Really? You don’t say. I thought it’d feel great!

[axger-blog]

HAHA. So funny. Much hilarious. Many laughter.

[axger-blog]

If there’s a bouncy castle, consider me in.

[scyphozoafakesmatthullum-blog]

Not only is there a bouncy castle, there’s also a cotton candy machine. And a chocolate fountain.

[axger-blog]

Can I stick my dick in the chocolate fountain?

[axger-blog]

Did you guys know that getting a golfclub to the fucking eye really hurts.

[axger-blog]

You’ve got a good way of showing it.

[scyphozoafakesmatthullum-blog]

Just wait until you see the party I’m throwing.

[axger-blog]

If there's a bouncy castle, consider me in.

[axger-blog]

I didn’t cook them! Like, Aaron did. Or some shit.

[scyphozoafakesmatthullum-blog]

Then I would probably stay away from his cooking from now on. Especially if he makes horrible things like that.

[axger-blog]

I'm just gonna stay away from him period.

[axger-blog]

I’M BACK, BITCHES!

[scyphozoafakesmatthullum-blog]

I have never been more excited in my life.

[axger-blog]

You've got a good way of showing it.

[griframsxy]

good news and then update: i’m still probably an asshole.

[axger-blog]

yeah, but you're a cute asshole, so it's kinda okay.

[axger-blog]

Aaron was cool. Ever since the whole thing at his house on New Years, Michael trusted him. So for Michael to be happy about being teamed up with him, it made sense.

"Aaron, you ready for this shit?" Michael said, cracking his neck as he saw something big come crashing through the...

[axger-blog]

Michael stared up at the monster, eyebrows knotting together before he tapped his foot and glanced around. Aaron was not helping, and though some would say Michael was quick on his feet, he didn't have the best time under pressure.

He quickly ran up to the monsters leg, pulling the knife from his (no one said that the monster had to be alive) and started climbing the leg, the thick veins making hard and slimy hand grips. The monster only became angrier, kicking his leg and sending Michael flying into the branches of a tree.

The powerless man fell to the ground, a loud groan being elicited from him as he stood up. The groan turned into a growl as the monster pulled the knife from its leg and threw it square at Aaron. Michael ran to the other, barely having time to grab the knife before the girl was screaming again, and Michael nodded at Aaron.

"Do something, man!" Michael knew that Aaron was quicker than the redhead, stronger (though not faster). "Be her hero!" The girl was set on the roof of a building, desperately clutching her purse while sobbing.

[axger-blog]

Fucking sugarless cookies? Gross as dicks, dude.

[scyphozoafakesmatthullum-blog]

Yeah, well, I’m not sure what else you were expecting.

[axger-blog]

I didn't cook them! Like, Aaron did. Or some shit.

[axger-blog]

I'M BACK, BITCHES!