Luckily, that’s not true.
Not that I know from experience, of course.
Luckily, that’s not true.
Not that I know from experience, of course.
I would say that Bill is being facetious here, but seeing as he’s raised every single eeveelution we know about at one point or another, I don’t think he is…
—LH
Shhhh…!
Bill, are you messing with our readers again? —LH
…no? —Bill
Okay, maybe a little. —Bill
Or somebody who regrets not practicing proper lab safety at the time.
….
I’m sure they’re nice people.
Oh, don’t worry about Lanette. She knows me well enough that it’s literally impossible for me to annoy her so deeply that she doesn’t forgive me within a day.
Granted, that’s mostly because I once had to explain to her that the emails I had sent to her one fateful week were nigh incomprehensible not because I was drunk but instead because I had clefairy paws, but the point is, she knows I largely mean well.
Actually, it’s more like nothing he says or does fazes me anymore, so knowing him is a constant act of nudging him towards doing something less him, but yes. —LH
Hey! You’re back! Great—I have a new idea for an invention that I want to share with you. It’s watch, but you use it to stop time so you can have more time to catch pokémon. —Bill
And I’m out again. —LH
Oh yes. I know exactly what you mean.
(So does half of the world, but … well.)
Nothing, anonymous. I didn’t do anything.
Which, in this case, would be the problem, so you know I’m telling the truth here.
Nothing that anyone else barring asexuals hasn’t ever thought before if we’re honest with ourselves, anonymous.
Admittedly, I’ve always been a bit partial to Zubat Cola. It’s terrible for you, but it’s quite delicious. Also, to be fair, it doesn’t give you as much of a dose of caffeine as, say, Shuppepsi.
As for food, that’s quite difficult, but there’s a traditional treat in Johto made of mochi and red bean that’s shaped like pokémon heads (usually ones like squirtle or bulbasaur, but solosis and ditto are quite popular nowadays too). Normally, I’m not one for sweets, but those are extremely addictive. I spend more on that every time I visit my family than I care to admit. (Don’t tell my mother, but sometimes, I bring my younger sister along just so I’d have an excuse to buy them.)
Doesn’t your mother read this blog? —LH
…. —Bill