You know why?
Because, well, think about it; what if I wasn’t REALLY dead, and I was just in some kind of out-of-body experience or something that nobody noticed, then maybe right when they were about to bury me, I’d start banging on the coffin because I woke up, yelling “What the hell you guys, where did you put me after last night?”
If I were CREMATED and I was in the oob expereience, that would SUCK. Like, right when I wake up, I’m thrown in to a fiery pit of doom.
…I don’t know.
Okay so—I’ve seriously fallen in love with the Hetalia Nordics. Especially Iceland.
His puffin is awesome.
And I have a Guinea pig now. His name is Gunther.
…what’s the point of adding the “Read more…” thing if after you click it you get this deeply disappointing second part of my pathetic excuse of my posts? Oh well, it looks cool.
