There’s an entire pad of these sitting here if anyone else has got something to say to these clowns. It’s not gonna do shit, but seeing as paperwork seems to be the only thing CEDA is good at… Why not.
[[Hey let’s see how many surveys we can rack up for CEDA! Just pick up one of these forms (Sorry Nick Iunno how to work Adobe Reader), and fill it out in any way you want! You don’t necessarily have to reblog this post, but it’d be awesome if you tagged it cedapersonnel so we can see what other folks gotta say about CEDA!]]
Uh, oopsie, mightuh done this too early in th’mornin’.
Yeah.. we was both up fer uh lil’ bit th’s’mornin’ an’ he went tuh take uh catnap since we was up kinda late. M’kinda in th’mood fer one mahself but Mom’s droppin’ th’twins off tuhnight an’ Ah ain’t gonna get nothin’ done with them two runnin’ around causin’ hell.
*Stretches his arms above his head, yawning broadly*
Awww.. I wanted one El *sad face* I was just lettin’ everyone else have a turn first…
Well hell, girl, c’mere an’ get yers then. *Leans down and plants a kiss on the line of her eyebrow*
Ah ain’t neither.
Man yew got any extra uh tha’ mistletoe stuff Ah could use?
*Blinks, remaining still for a moment before tucking an arm around Keith’s shoulders, patting his back with a loud thump*
Prolly food. Ah work out if Ah ain’t at work an’ th’twins ain’t over, s’the only reason Ah don’t weigh like six hundred pounds by now. *Laughs and fluffs his hair by brushing a hand beneath his hat*
Uh… most uh ‘em? They wouldn’t be uh stereotype if uh buncha people didn’ fit th’bill.
An’ howdy, Reg. Ain’t seen yew ‘round here in awhile. Reckon yer still purdy cooped up..
*Waits for a moment before continuing speaking to see if the round-about accomplished his goal*
Did yew know yer only one page away from 300? Y’all sure yew ain’t got uh single story from two hundred an’ ninety nine pages uh awesome?
UB< Yeah, ‘cuz th’ other Keith is so much better!
Aw, man, y’all don’t gottuh feel self-concious just ‘cos th’other Keith’s got sum awesome stories an’ yew don’t. UB
-sticks lip out- Yeah, well… I don’t got any good ones offa th’ top a’ my head. >3>
Ah jus’ figured yew’d have some on accountuh bein’ uh Keith…
Tha’s okay, man, Ah’ll just ask th’other one, Ah reckon he’s got all kindsuh stories ‘bout yew. *Grins broadly, pleased*
….Well Ah guess y’all ain’t as COOL as th’other Keith, cos he told me uh damn good story…
Well y’all ain’t as NICE as MY El, ‘cuz he’d tell a story right away without question. BU
But Ah don’t know yew enough tuh tell no stories… *chews on the inside of his cheek, his expression apologetic* S’why Ah thought yew could share some so Ah did have uh couple…
The ability to make taco's in mere seconds :D
Ah would feed th’world delicious tacos, a’course. Ah’d be uh Master o’ Tacos an’ prolly get mah own tv show.
Nice tuh finally meetchu, man. Me an’ Keith was talkin’ about yew when we went out drinkin’ th’other day.
I have a lot of homework to catch up on :(
Tha’ ain’t no fun.
But Ah reckon if yew put all yer focus on it an’ just get it done tuhday, yew’ll have uh better weekend. S’good tuh start out with uh big accomplishment tuh put yerself at ease tuh relax.
Ha ha. Naw, we ain't got much luck when it comes down tuh gettin' scared up an' what not, jus' when it comes down tuh survivin'. Yew got abuncha scars from them zombies eh? Which ones're the more fatal ones? I know tha's a bit of a downer question n' all, m'jus' curious. Man, none of us Keiths know how tuh be safe 'bout playin' with dangerous shit, do we?
Haw, nah, tha’s okay. Ah got uh purdy nasty set uh claw marks across my left side from uh witch, an’ uh burn scar on mah high from uh goddamn Spitter. My right arm’s all torn tuh hell *shifts his arm, extending it to show the dense scar tissue on the inside of his elbow, making movement difficult* from all kindsa shit. Back’s the same way.
Most uh it ain’t visible on accountuh clothes so it ain’t like Ah catch uh whole buncha attention ‘er nothin’.
*Grins broadly* Yeah but tha’s th’best part uh bein’ around uh Keith. Yew never know what tuh expect but y’all know it’s gonna be fuckin’ awesome.
How bout yew, man? Y’all got lotsuh scars mah buddy didn’t have.