I'm trying to learn French :P

Ah, tres bien. Comment ca va?

Je suis geniale et faim de loup :P

 

et toi?

 

quoi de neuf?

Je suis fatigué

Go to sleep :P

Bonjour, mes amis! :)

Bonjour ma cherie :D

:cheesy:

 

I have to go now, sadly, just checking in. :)

 

G'night all.

I am here :cheesy:

:cheesy:

I'm here too

heyyy :wacko:

Hello :heart:

Speak ENglish? ;)

Ah, here is the French. :P

:curtain:

olivia, I was just here bumping the thread :lol:

I voted this thread as best new thread of 2009 :cool:

I love this thread :wacky:

 

did you vcote me for anything...............(sorry for bringing that in here :lol:)

Yes, I did. I remember to vote for you as you sent me the link. :lol:

 

 

SO many times I wanted to vote for myself though. :sad:

takk :lol:

 

I have to go :hug:

Bon Soir

 

I see this place has been resurrected from the ashes again :D

 

Hello frengers

Hi Paula!

 

Why are we all appearing offline? :dozey:

 

 

:dance:

 

Bye dear Crests! *waves*

Waaah everyone's leaving...guess I should too.

 

Wow, over at mewsite everyone's being a bit freaking miserable and serious...well, not everyone but you know...jeez, lighten up ppl, it's just a discussion board, it ain't life n' death :rolleyes:

 

I'm glad we got thid place and the Mew thread, with no-one getting pissy :D

I want more Mew stuff....:bigcry:

 

Beach video in a month....

I was gonna make a joke in response to the anti-fangirls on mewsite, but I guess I'll do it here. It's Mew-ish, I guess. o_O

 

At least us fangirls aren't writing fanfiction or anything. Could you imagine? :rolleyes:

 

"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times."

A story made by fangirls.

 

 

It was a cold and stormy night in Roskilde, Denmark and Jonas Bjerre was just coming off stage dripping in sweat from playing the best show of his life. Little did he know, it would be his last.

 

[POW POW POW!]

Bullets are flying in all directions. People are screaming and running for their lives. Jonas takes shelter under a swanky little tent behind the stage. But where are Bo and Silas?

 

[dun dun dun!]

 

Hours pass and there is nothing but silence. Jonas is all alone in a wee little tent that was set up by fangirls if he ever seriously considered hooking up with any of them after all their desperate pleas.

 

Little did he know these 'annoying' as some people call it, fangirls would be the reason he still stands today. Or crouches...as he's hiding in a tent still waiting to meet his fate.

 

Hours more pass, and still nothing but silence. No sirens, no footsteps, no gun fire, no voices. Not even the sound of trees that he likes so much. The rain has stopped, and so has the mayhem.

 

He sits under his little tent, filled with nothing with a few blankets and sex toys (??? :stunned: damned fangirls). He decides to cuddle up for warmth and starts to drift off to dream land, as he's been awake for almost 24rs.

 

Suddenly, there is a loud moise!

[snap!]

 

And he can hear someone approaching the tent. His eyes pop open, and he lies still. Someone or something is moving the flap of the tent open...

 

"Jonas! Is that you? It's your husband, Silas."

He jumps up at the sound of a familiar friendly voice. He turns around to greet his one and only, the father of his children, Silas Utke Graae Jorgensen.

 

 

 

Stay tuned for part 2.