I have to guess at what happened since my last post, but I'm trying to put the pieces together. The TLDR is life came at me way too fucking fast and I kind of forgot about this project. I want to pick it up again, but I don't know when things will be happening or when updates will come. I honestly kind of forgot where in the plot I am, so I'm going to have to re-read everything. And by that I mean re-read my own blog and pray things make sense.
Read More for life events
Since nothing on Tumblr is dated I'm grasping at straws but from my memory the following happened
Got a job that had overnight hours
2. Dog Died
3. Was mercilessly bullied by managers and will never work certain jobs again
4. Finally quit job
5. Took care of my dad until
6. Dad died
7. Got new, very different job
8. Quit job for
9. Got better job
10. Pandemic
11. Uncle developed heart condition
12. Tried dating
13. Dated people who were bad for me
14. Dated someone decent but didn't work out
15. Am now dating someone that might actually be what I need
Wow, a lot has happened. Like I wrote above, I very much want to pick both this blog, and the Awful Hospital comic again, but I'm not even sure what has or hasn't survived the flashpocolyps. I don't even know where I left off. I vaguely remember going on a big rant about a pubic lice picture that might have been funny? I don't even know.
Anyway, if anyone was wondering what happened to me, there you have it.
Last Time: The readers broke Proxy. This time: We go on the hunt for some Sloppy Joe’s.
Page 132:
Okay, so there are a lot of things going on on this page. Let’s start slow and work our way around.
I’m with Proxy on this. It’s wonderful, but like, not in a good way. In a poop my pants terrifying way.
This is an intestine feeding meat into the Sloppy Joe mix? What? Gross. god that sick.
What is this exactly? What is even? I don’t? Um?
Well Bogleech Proxy and Reader Proxy feel very different. I mean, what? Reader Proxy isn’t this trusting. Oh god, is this the Proxy we’re stuck with for the rest of this comic.
Um, You think this could be a trap. This has trap written all over it. There’ s not an official title, but may I offer a few suggestions? Lady Knight Proxy! Maid of Awful Hospital, Proxy! Proxy the Great! Proxy the Lovely! Too much?
Page 133:
It’s like Mo Willems and RL Stine teamed up to create this. What even? How? It’s like a little mechanical bird with a bow tie is throwing up, but instead of it being a pellet, it’s tubes. Are the tubes feeding it? How does this even work?
It’s a Venus Flytrap, but metal.
That’s a really big meat grinder. Why do you even need a grinder that big anyway? What would you even do with one that size? And who is that figure they’re approaching?
I love how sarcastic Bogleech!Proxy is. Just wow.
Humanish figure? Big head? Is it the skeleton? Bloodman? A new person? What is the thing?
Page 134:
She’s so cute! OMG! I want to be her best friend. I have no idea what we’d talk about, other than how freaking adorable she is, but whatever!
Ah! She’s so freaking cute. I love the BBQ Girll.
Don’t be so rude! That was a great pun! Puns are fantastic, and you need to appreciate them more. Alright then, lets get the sandwich and go see what’s behind the fetus door (I think that’s where we were initially trying to go).
Page 135:
Those are really cute pet names. BBQ, stop being so cute! Oh right, we were getting the sloppy joes for the door thing. What does unwell mean? Wait, is the giant grinder Chuck? More fetch questing! Wee!
Bad Acting! Featuring Proxy, the green mother herself! Anyway, why would anyone think a thermometer and an ice pack are going to do anything for the meat grinder which is broken. You need a mechanic it sounds like. I hope Proxy is ready to grab some tools and start fixing, because this is going to be something.
She only has one?
Well than, what are you made of? Matter makes up everything in the universe, organic or otherwise. Gurl, I like you but you are so dumb!
It’s only to be expected that she wouldn’t know how to address a human. You are the only multi-part human here. Also, stop acting like this sweet cinnamon roll is actually a threat. She’s harmless, at least, she seems harmless. Gosh she’s cute.
Page 136:
So we now have locations which are multi-denominational? Like, the hospital is in one dimension, and the hospital is in another, but their planes line up in just the correct way that anyone can hope between the two near effortlessly, so long as their “core” is rooted in one place? How does this even work? This is so cool, but like, we’re never getting an explanation for this, are we?
Okay, now I’m lost. Like, really lost. None of what you are saying is making any sense. I don’t get it.
Okay, now you are starting to make sense. You need us to get a specific thing from the hospital because the rules of the universe demand that you and Hamburger guy stay in your dimension. Okay.
How helpful of you! Well let’s see that list and get to stealth sneaking and stealing. Time to get stuff done!
Page 137:
Oh hey, it’ll be the eyeball looking thing again!
I’m with Proxy on this one. Bleck.
Page 138:
Couple of things wrong with this. First, you need the item for the list to be complete, thus you have failed on the “don’t need” part of this item. Second, that’s oddly specific. What, Proxy couldn’t have just handed over something she’s not using from her inventory?
Page 139:
Well I’m not sure how that’s going to fix anything, but fine, whatever.
Page 140:
A what? From where? Have I just blanked out this thing?
That’s not intense or anything. That not scary at all! That’s perfectly fine or whatever.
Page 141:
Excuse me, could you define existence for me? Do you mean mucus from a creature which no longer lives, or a creature which has gone extinct, or a creature which no longer exists because it has disappeared?
Page 142:
Did everything else just suck or something?
Hunnie, what do you mean superfluous? Nothing that you had us collect should be considered “superfluous.”
Page 143:
The idea of moistness? How the hell do you collect something which is the idea of something. How does that work? You’d have to collect an item which is the idea being described, which does not make it an idea. It makes it a thing. Ideas are not physical, and can not be conveyed in physical forms. Ideas are things which are intangible, and expressed mostly through intangible means, and only when transcribed can become tangible, though at that point I’m not sure if it’s the idea itself, or the things that are helping to convey the idea which are tangible. The idea only beocmes tangible when it becomes something, like a machine. Even then, the machine is not the idea itself, just a physical representation of the idea. You know what, never mind. Let’s move on.
Well what the hell is that thing? It looks like bacteria inside a bacteria, or cells inside of a cell. I mean, what even? That’s so nasty.
I’m with Proxy on this. This sandwich better be the best goddamn thing anyone has ever tasted.
Page 144:
Oh, and this is my best friend, Abomination. Seriously, what the hell? It’s like the world’s most f-ed up dust mite. I mean, what the hell?
You what? I’m sorry, are you implying that you want Proxy to fight that? No! No. no. Please, no.
Page 145:
Okay, this page in a flash, which I can’t actually get picture of, but it’s so cool. Just wow. Proxy hits with her pointy stick of truth, then the hamburger, and then BBQ Girll goes. It’s great. And then the dust mite spits something at them.
Page 146:
You want me to what? Consider what? How will considering tubes help anything?
I was wrong, and you were right. Can we move on now? I want to finish up this chapter.
Page 147:
You know what? You’re right. That was incredible. I suppose she’s complementing out ability to deal with stuff. That’s good, right?
Heck yeah! Proxy approves of my new best friends. High fives all around!
Page 148:
NO! NO! NO! This has got to bee a mistake. I sharp misunderstanding. Why? Oh god why? My best firends? Why do you betray me like this? Hamburger, you float. Please save Proxy! Please?
Final Thoughts for the Chapter:
Well we know this isn’t actually the end. Like yeah, she’s dead, but like, anytime she dies they just do some surgery on her and she comes back to life. This isn’t a hard reset, and maybe we can go back into the cafeteria and get a sloppy joe for the door. This isn’t the end, and you haven’t seen the last of Proxy.
Awful Hospital Reaction: Holy Chestnuts She’s Back Edition: Pages 120-131
So you know how I said I was coming out of hiatus? Yeah, shit immediately got uncomfortably real. But I’m back now, and in time for Christmas. Last time we resolved the fight between the kidney stone and the other thing (I think it might have been a kidney. This time: We deal with the Cafeteria.
(psst: if you’re new here, add /tagged/JRAH/chrono to see all of my posts in chronological order. Or click the button which says chronological order on the side bar.)
Page 120:
It smells like rotting meat? Gross!
I mean, I guess those kind of look like doors leading to a cafeteria. They look more like a face door with two eyes and a triangle nose. Like a pumpkin, but like, wow. Okay then.
Page 121:
A hospital where patients aren’t allowed in the cafeteria? I thought in the US most patients were restricted to their rooms or the ER, so no going in the cafeteria for them. But maybe that’s a regional/how badly injured are you? thing. So wait, what did Proxy see that interrupted her?
That’s so foul. Oh god. Ew. It’s like the inside of my fridge because I’m really bad at cleaning it out. God. Why?
Hello Hamburger guy! I saw you a while ago, so this is cool. Also order of other reactions. One: are those skeleton heads in the offering tray? Two: Are those intestines? Three: Are those worms, or Parasites? Four: Are those two different types of eyes? Five: Why does the bell look kind of like a breast? What? I’m just crazy aren’t eye? No boobs to be seen here guys.
Proxy’s face. I need to make a compilation of all of my favorite Proxy reactions, because she’s just so great!
Page 122:
Hello Hamburger Man! I would like to purchase a sloppy Joe and could I get a side of Clean Up Your Kitchen? This place is so gross.
Proxy’s wearing a V-neck dress. How is she covering her mouth and nose with it? At this point Proxy, you may as well just bite the bullet and go with it.
Well I guess that’s how she covered her mouth. Go figure.
Proxy, look at what you did. You made it sad! Wait, why is it sad? Does it not get a lot of visitors? I guess not, if the cafeteria smells as bad as implied. But that shouldn’t stop anyone else from going in. Does it offer other kinds of food and is sad that no one wants to try them?
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Who? The hospital staff? Never. Bogleech? Deadly so. The readers? Possibly? You know, I haven’t read though all of the suggestions people throw out to Bogleech, but I’m pretty sure some of them are really dumb because of the things Proxy has contemplated in the past.
Bogleech has a real talent for making characters which should absolutely disgust me, but instead I can’t help but to find completely adorable. Look at this rotting filth. I should be disgusted by the mold. the green rotting meat. The worms and what look like eggs. I should be terrified of the butcher’s ax, and guess what? I’m not. This disgusting little freak is too cute to think is gross and be scared of on the principal of design. I mean, this guy probably has murdery intentions considering the nature of the hospital, but he’s too freaking cute right now.
Proxy wait! Wait girl, slow your roll. Maybe this guy doesn’t want a fight? I mean, yeah, he’s wielding a bloody ax, but that doesn’t mean he actually wants to kill you. Try talking to him first!
Page 124:
See hunie? I told you that this guy did not have murdery intentions. It’s all just been a big misunderstanding.
Also, how do you intend to pay for the Sloppy Joes? I don’t know why I didn’t think about this before, but um, unless you can actually trade something for them, you aren’t going to be getting the food item, I don’t think.
Page 125:
This is the single best suggestion I have ever read. I’m not sure it’s even possible, and Bogleech isn’t going to go with it, but god damn. Seduce all the things I guess.
Okay Guys, how about we respect Proxy’s decision and leave the Hamburger alone?
Wow... uh... those are a lot of suggestions. Jeeze, the fandom is nuts. I love it, and I hope Bogleech doesn’t mind us being bat guano crazy.
The look on her face! Poor Proxy hates her life now. Oh god, why are such cruel people? Poor Proxy. Oh god, does this mean there’s a ton of ProxyxHamburger fanfics floating around? What’s the fandom name for Proxy again? Green Mom? GreenMomxHamburger? I’m not going to go looking just now, but if something’s cannon shipper’s go nuts.
Page 126:
I can’t read your user name, but you are now my hero. I will make a monument in your honor!
Jamaican me crazy? Bogleech, I didn’t know you liked Essie nail polish. Please don’t brag about killing a Kidney Stone’s Mother. Only barely smell like a Wendy’s dumpster? That is not even a complement. Dear god. I’m not even going to make a joke about the last one because kids might be reading this.
Page 127:
Oh no.
I think we insulted him. Oh no. This is very, very, bad. Like really bad. Like the world is gonna end bad.
Don’t do that. No Proxy, you don’t get to do double pistols. You made Hamburger uncomfortable. Now how are we going to get food from him. Proxy you’re so frustrating!
What part of this is awesome to you? You are a sick and twisted monster. I can’t even believe you!
Response to Options:
1) No. No it does not pay very well. It pays pretty poorly actually.
2) It’s a millipede.
3) That’s actually a good question, but kind doesn’t fit here.
4) Not a McDonnald’s pun. God no. God why? Somebody stop this train wreak
Page 128:
The answer is not enough to deal with your crazy. Our crazy? I mean I’m part of the fandom now, but like, I played no part in making these decisions.
Why indeed my friends? The only sensible option is two, but knowing the fandom, it’s going to be option one or four. Maybe three if enough people are bee obsessed.
Page 129:
That is so satisfying! I actually feel a lot better know that Proxy has done that! Way to go Proxy!
Page 130:
Hey man, I feel you. Sometimes you just gotta do things on your own, and hope it turns out for the best. Sometimes you need to ignore what other people think is going to make your work better and just do something that makes you happy. Fans are important, but if they want your story to go somewhere you don’t want it to, then you have tell them like it is. I actually can’t tell if this is Bogleech making a joke, or genuine frustration. I feel so bad for him.
Page 131:
Oh gosh, he was serious. Guys, I think we actually hurt Bogleech. Oh god, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t even part the fandom at this time, but by extension of reading this I’m so sorry Bogleech. We went way too far, and I can only hope you forgive us!
I do love this picture though. I love how the Hamburger dude is like “Doo-Dee-Doo. Laa-Dee-Laa. Going to work like a normal being.” And Proxy’s like, “I’m watching you rude people!”
Oh maybe he smells better because you’ve gotten use to it?
Chapter Thoughts:
I think Bogleech has decided to go rouge. I am so sorry dude! What have we done? Also, I feel like Proxy is about to be lost to me forever. Excuse me a moment while I mourn the loss of Reader!Proxy.
Proxy (aka green mom) ended up in a hospital because her son was sick, and the staff also thought she was sick. Her son is potentially dead, though that’s just my theory, and Proxy is on the hunt to find him. She has died twice and had two surgery, riving after each one. Right now she needs to get something from the cafeteria for another guy so that she can get the pass code to get to the infants wing so that she can go see her son. On the way to the cafeteria she was attacked by a polyp. Time to end that fight.
Page 118:
Don’t just attack something when it’s gaurd is down! That’s what jerks do! Don’t be a jerk! The far kinder thing to do is capture it while it’s not looking at you. Put it in the bag Proxy!
Is the stone... fencing? I think it is. Good job stone! Way to wack it around!
You’re darn tootin’ he got you. He got you so good! You should be bleeding unidentifiable liquids from your polyp-y body! You are going to die now! Die!
W-Wait! What? Why are you laughing? Are you two actually friends and nobody thought to say anything to Proxy? Really? Of course! Why wouldn’t I immediately come to that conclusion?
God, what are you two? Dogs? Also:
I’m in love with all of Proxy’s facial reactions, but I think this might be my favorite.
Because of course they were. Children! *eye-roll*
Page 119:
You never had a choice Proxy. You were going to take the sweet little baby with you whether you really wanted to or not. It’s okay. You’ll figure everything out.
Oh don’t make that face, you know you wouldn’t change one thing about this if given the choice.
Okay, inventory check. We have a sharp spikey stick, a kidney stone, a dangerous organ in a box, a cupcake from blood stain, an out of order note, a rubber duck, and the polyp. The only defensive items we have are the stick, the stone, and maybe the dangerous organ. If we sic it our enemy do you think it’ll do anything?
Final Thoughts:
Well, I’m glad we got that taken care of. Next time: we begin a new arc! See you then!
I have literally not worked on this for the past week or so. *Tugs collar uncomfortably* Oops. I could have sworn I updated sooner. Last time: we wandered into the office of a very human looking doctor. This time, we ask the other human questions.
Page 111:
Sounds like a fantastic idea.
Creepy smile. Not good. Makes him seem a little... icky. If a guy smiled at my kid like that I’d punch them for it.
Not a very good one. Dr. Man? More like Captain obvious.
That doesn’t rule out that this is all in Proxy’s mind though. And how do we know he’s not lying anyway? Of course he wouldn’t want Proxy to think she’s in another dimension.
Did you walk here from Virginia, or did you walk here from you’re house? Is the hospital set in an alternate version of Virginia?
Page 102:
Good Plan Proxy! Excellent decision!
Perception range again. Do we just see the hospital as being nasty because we don’t see the right version of it? Like we’re in zone 1 of our perception, but at higher zones the hospital is much cleaner looking, or makes more sense? This is one of those things I waved away with my hand at the start, like oh, just more hospibabble. No, it is not babble. It is actually pertinent information. Great!
Shifting zones without entanglement? What? Is he going to make it so that the hospital seems cleaner to us? Or are we too high up in the perception zone, so we need to be shifted down the zone so that the hospital seems better?
My question exactly!
Read: It’s the most important thing ever, but you don’t get to hear about it from me because I’m lazy.
Seriously? It sounds like very serious business, and you won’t even tell us what’s going on? Doctors act as teachers all the freaking time! The road to doctor-ness includes a training period as an “intern” to the hospital where you’re learning through other doctors, because you need practical experience.
THEN HOW DID YOU GET HERE? You can’t walk to the hospital if there isn’t a way to get inside! Forget it Proxy, he’s clearly too old to function. He’s got Alzheimer or something. Just back out of the door and pray you’re not crazy.
Stunted core? Oh no, you are not wiggling out of this! We’re sick? How? With what? I don’t think you should have told us that the medical staff is venerable. Are we the ones who are sick, or is it our son? As a child of an abusive parent, I don’t want to suspect someone I like (Proxy) of hurting her son, but are we sure she hasn’t? Maybe she’s here because she needs psychological help, because she realized what she was doing was wrong. At the same time, this is the shoddiest hospital I’ve ever seen. I don’t think medications mess up your mind quite this much. In any case, we should work on convincing the doctors to discharge us. I wonder what that involves? Probably becoming literal discharge. I know this webcomic well enough by now to know that’s what it’s going to be.
Oh, we that’s unfotuna- wait. Tube-zoner? Do zones refer to the levels of organization? I mean, I’ve never considered “tube” as a level of organization, but it’s a system of tubes, thus could be considered a level of organization. Since Proxy is supposedly human, she comes from that zone. Range is generalized term. Like American is a generalization of the people who live in the USA. This is so epic. I really hope I just figured it out, because otherwise this is going to come back to haunt me.
Optimism never did anyone any good you know. I mean, yeah, I’m an optimist, but this is a little out there for optimism. We might like the flan. I can firmly say that anything that comes out of this hospital in the way of food is going to make us sick. It’ll be just like the epic enchilada ef-up of 2016.
Because that’s not terrifying or anything.
Okay, first off, elephantine gherkin? What? Google, what is this madness? Oh, no, I just had a stupid moment, as I’m prone to do. Elephantine, as in elephant like. Gherkin as in pickle. Giant pickle. I’m just stupid. Don’t mind me. Second off, why would you stick little beings with basically no immune system with spores. That’s a terrible Idea!
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Okay, he’s the thing though. This is a HOSPITAL. There are many fields of being a doctor. I can understand that a neurosurgeon won’t know how to treat an octopus. Leave that to a specific branch of veterinary care. My question is why a HOSPITAL wouldn’t have someone working in pediatrics? You have a wing for the pediatric center, why don’t you have anyone who specializes in pediatrics?
Who were they healed by then? Miracles? Medical miracle don’t really happen. Unless you mean the miracle of life. Cause that happens very frequently.
Either Proxy’s son is really sick, or Proxy is abusive. Oh god, why? I almost want to hope her son is very sick, and that Proxy isn’t abusive, but hoping for either is really shitty. I’m a horrible person.
Page 114:
What? Okay, why not? Lighten the mood, even if you can’t lighten anything else.
Ahhh, Proxy’s so freaking cute. Wait... did the door always look like that? Yes, I’m just crazy.
Because it’s a creepy duck. Whatever.
Page 115:
Oh that sounds so nasty. Oh eww. Why would you describe the sound. I’m about to gag. Thank you so much Bogleech.
Oh gross. Oh god why? Leave me the hell alone.
GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY INTESTINE!
Final thoughts of the day:
Well, that certainly was a lot of information. We sort of have an idea of what head trasfusioning is, i guess. We know more about these zones and ranges, I guess. We also know exactly where our son is, and have an objective for what to do after we break him out. Well for now that’s it. I’ll see you later ~
Last time, we checked the exit, and had quite a fright. This time, we continue checking doors. Let’s not waste any time and dive right in!
Page 104:
Well then! Hello Mr. Eyball! Have you come to lead me to the crazy? Maybe I’ve just stumbled upon the crazy, and you’re welcoming me to it.
To be fair, if I were Proxy, I’d look at the door the same way.
Don’t remind me!
Page 105:
I guess we’re not going to have any pretenses that this doesn’t end in blood and death.
Is this where that spinal column got that stuff to sell? Is he in there right now?
I’m sure you are “interesting” up close.
Don’t Encourage this sort of behavior!
Page 106:
Is that a bug? Why?
Meatycakes? That’s really rude! Also, no, I don’t suppose we see anything we like. Fell good about that, sir? Do you like that we can’t see anything we like?
And now I want to see a meatkind strife specibus. Does the kid just pull out a ham shoulder and go to town on imps with it by beating them to death? Maybe they pull out a steak and throw it far away from them, thus allowing for escape. Suffocation by sausage links? So ridiculous, but so funny! I said I was going to stop inserting things related to homestuck in here. I am trash!
Excuse me? I’m meat? I’m more than just a piece of meat I’ll have you know!
What's this you've said to me, my good friend? Ill have you know I graduated top of my class in conflict resolution, and I’ve been involved in numerous friendly discussions, and I have over 300 confirmed friends. I am trained in polite discussions and I'm the top mediator in the entire neighborhood. You are worth more to me than just another target. I hope we will come to have a friendship never before seen on this Earth. Don't you think you might be hurting someone's feelings saying that over the internet? Think about it, my friend. As we speak I am contacting my good friends across the USA and your P.O. box is being traced right now so you better prepare for the greeting cards, friend. The greeting cards that help you with your hate. You should look forward to it, friend. I can be anywhere, anytime for you, and I can calm you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my chess set. Not only am I extensively trained in conflict resolution, but I have access to the entire group of my friends and I will use them to their full extent to start our new friendship. If only you could have known what kindness and love your little comment was about to bring you, maybe you would have reached out sooner. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now we get to start a new friendship, you unique person. I will give you gifts and you might have a hard time keeping up. You're finally living, friend.
Where was I?
Oh poop!
Who wants some hot dog on a me?
Cue the twilight zone music!
Page 107:
Yeah! You tell them Proxy!
I seriously doubt anything in this hospital is delicious. Wait a sec...
Sloppy joe?
On a Previous Page:
Oh dear!
Back on Page 107:
I don’t think you can feed doors like an animal. Mostly because doors aren’t fed by anything normally.
Page 108:
Well that didn’t come from no where or anything.
That is a delusion of grandeur my friend. The sanest thing here is probably the spleen from earlier.
Page 109:
This is a megaman reference waiting to happen. That, or it’s a reference to Dr. Mario again.
Well then. I guess it’s a megaman reference.
Page 110:
Something about this is going to go horribly. I just know it!
Boris who? A quick image search informed me that he’s the guy who played Frankenstein’s Monster in the black and white films (which are the best films). Cool beans.
Today’s Final Thoughts:
Now I’m curious about how this is supposed to go. Is Dr. Man supposed to be like Dr. Frankenstein, or something? I’m very, very curious now. Well I guess I’ll be seeing you later ~
Last time, we checked the exit. This time, we’re going to finish checking the exit. Let’s just dive right in.
Exit 3:
Something’s going to pop out now. I just know it. It’s going to suck, and suck hard. I will scream and jump away from the screen.
Exit 4:
That is an odd angle for a light fixture to be attached to the wall.
Exit 5:
I’m actually getting suspicious about this zoom out now. Why are we zooming out?
Exit 6:
I’d accuse Bogleech of giving us an establishing shot, but we’ve already established this place lives in the abyss.
Exit 7:
Seriously, what’s going on?
Exit 8:
Okay, lots of scrolling on this page. Let’s have fun with it.
WHAT IS THAT? WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? OH GOD WHY? WHYYYYYY? OH MY GOD IS IT EATING THOSE THINGS? OH GOD, WHAT HAPPENED TO THOSE FROGS? FOR SOME REASON I GET THE FEELING ANDREW HUSSIE AND BOGLEECH WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS IRL OR THEY ARE SOMEHOW THE SAME PERSON EVEN THOUGH THERE IS EVIDENCE DISPROVING THAT!
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING? AHHHHHH!
WHY CAN’T I STOP SCREAMING? OH GOD THIS IS HORRIFIC! OH MY GOD WHY?
Actually, that’s kind of funny.
Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
- Gloria Estefan
You know what, no. No more to this page. Everything else looks like badly drawn perverts. I’m done with this page Let’s move on.
Final Thoughts of the Day:
Well wasn’t that exciting. I hope we never see that agian. Suddenly, I think the hospital is the safest place for Proxy and her Baby. Yeah, they don’t get treated well, but it’s better than whatever the hell that was! I guess I’ll be seeing you all later ~
