I will marry Takatin.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Shack by the river in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 78 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Blue Scooter.
		I will spend my days as a professional douchebag, and live happily ever after.

More for my convenience than any of yours.

~*GARGLEBLASTED*~
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Where did you even learn a word like 'herpes'.
He looks like he hasn't even hit puberty yet.
When I was your age, there were only THREE levels of Super Saiyan.
Sympathetic to a fault.

THIS ENTIRE POST IS ~*OUT OF CHARACTER*~

Get it got it good.

Okay sorry mazafackaas, I'm still sort of gettin' settled here in Moonland. And since apparently some of you think I actually moved to the moon, no. I'm just back in Tokyo. How did that rumor even get started.

Anyway, hopefully I'll be back in a timely manner. I'm aiming for Wednesday or Thursday. I have AIM on but am not always at the computer so either leave me a message on AIM or...leave me a message on AIM.

Gintoki's excuse for his hiatus is probably going to be something stupid, like that his computer broke. Or that he slammed it over Kagura's head. And then Kagura threw her computer at his face and knocked two of his molars out.

Also I'm sorry, but I tried posting this in Cabal five times and it won't let me, so here it goes before I forget. STAY CLASSY, BRAWL.

Oi, all right brats, listen up.

The name is Sakata Ginpachi, or Ginpachi-sensei to you kids. To start, a few rules of the classroom that I like to call, "The Sakata Code".

1. Bonus points for anyone who draws stupid shit on Sakamoto-sensei's chalkboard.
2. Detention for anyone who
There will also be a test at the end of the week about Goku's personal inner philosophy during the Cell Saga. Be sure to study.

Aww, come on, now.

That's cold, just leaving Gundam like that. Do you really want to get this pattern of chronic abandonment into his head? Is that your plan? Are you going to take the blame when he grows up to be a yakuza with his hands jammed in his pockets and kicking old men with the side of his feet? Are you going to take responsibility when he ends up leading a biker gang, with a pompadour and a long white coat with the kanji for "Devil Baby" on the back of it? Do you really want to subject him to that sort of future?

It's not too late. It's never too late.

Come back home, Mama.

AHAHAHAHA.

HA. HAHA. HA.

HILARIOUS, BRAWL. SIMPLY HILARIOUS. NOW COME ON, FESS UP. WHO WAS IT?

THE BLUE-HAIRED GIRL? YOU SEEM TO WANT TO DO NOTHING BUT MAKE MY LIFE MISERABLE. WAS IT YOU?

ITALY...

NAH, YOU'RE TOO STUPID, AREN'T YOU. HAHA. NO. IMPOSSIBLE. NO, NO, NO.

SAKAMOTO, YOU BASTARD, IF THIS IS YOUR FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO RIP EVERY SINGLE STRAND OF THAT AWFUL AFRO OUT OF YOUR HEAD AND MAKE A FELTED CHEW TOY FOR SADAHARU.



GOOD PRANK, ALL. GOOD GAME. NICE. YOU SURE GOT ME.





SOMEONE PLEASE GET THIS KID BACK TO HIS MOTHER BEFORE I'M ARRESTED OR SOMETHING.

Ahhh. My butt itches.


EDIT: Oh no. Oooh no. Not this shit again.

Oi, Zura.

You see. I'm not sure anything actually gets through that mass of hair and cloud of perpetual gloom circling that tiny thing inside your skull that may or may not be your brain (research has yet to conclude anything, although I've offered many times to help them along), but when I say that Kagura eats anything?

She. Eats. Anything.

You can't paint a bomb like an Easter Egg and just set it around my house and expect it not to get eaten. I'm not sure if you're aware of what happened regarding the colorfully-fragrant-gift-soap-in-a-jelly-jar incident, but let me just say I'm glad I had some ipecac syrup left over because thanks to it my walls are covered in exploded vomit and not the exploded insides of a teenage banshee whose father would kill me if he ever found out what just transpired.




Exploded vomit that I won't be cleaning up, by the way.


Oh. And that pool party?





I'm so there. And I'm bringing the Pool Noodle Lightsabers. Prepare to feel a pain unlike that you've ever experienced before.


And Shinpachi. Are you finished brushing your teeth yet? It was just a bit of vomit. Man up.

Shinpachi. Stop yelling. It's early in the morning and Gin-san has a hangover.

Kagura. Stop playing that Electric Six song.

Zura. Just leave. And go die in a gutter somewhere.

To that South Italy bastard - you're a horrible singer.


I don't even own a suit that looks like that. What the hell--

Stomach device kettle fair for paper-nuzzling bears. Library glasses sign string bamboo knit plastic diamond doorknob?

Contact lenses?!

[ooc: have the most random disaster I could think of. There's no rhyme or reason to Gintoki's words. They're just completely random.]