These Douche Bags

Yeah, you ever had that butt-awful feeling of having your characters take over your brain and consume your every thought? Like, everywhere you look you see possibilities, and you have all these voices in your head whispering ideas to you? Possible plots and dialogue? Funny concepts that have you giggling to yourself and everyone else looking at you like you're insane? Like, literally to the point you're numb from inspiration because you know you'll never be able to write that much or have enough time because you're desperately trying to cling to what pathetic scrap of life you have? Because that's what these guys do. They never leave me the hell alone...

These freaking colossal douche bags. LOOK AT THEM. AND THEIR SMUG, FAT LITTLE FACES.

In case you can't read my crap handwriting:

Zack: Thanks 4 creating us!
Phil: Yeah, that was mighty swell. Can I keep the hat?
Ham: *Internal thoughts* You guise, she's gonna delete us...

As if that would solve my problems. xD I wish. *Gets hammered on root beer*

_{"HEY ARNOLD!" @ Craig Bartlett.
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