The centaur and centaurette in the picture above look friendly, right? I can answer that question for you, it's yes...and that is not how my brother and sister look. They are the most foul of the race, the meanest, uncaring, ugly centaurs in the whole world. Yes I was somewhat born a pompous but that is merely a joke compared to what they are. This morning my brother, Pierre, was annoyed at me because I threw his cell phone (which happened to be aimed toward a snug couch). Yes maybe he did have reason to be mad at me, but this all began when he insulted me and wouldn't let me defend myself and give a response to his negative statements. I reasoned with him, but the only thing he cared to say was 'La-La-La', or pretending he was deaf in both ears. He sat down to play Centaur Hero ( or may I say Guitar Hero) blocking out my friendly rant about him being respectful ( if he's going to say such random negative things to let me have a chance to respond to it) which he so obviously did not give a damn about. Turning off the television made this calm conflict into an argument which led to me picking up his mobile device and chucking it at the couch, due to my sudden temporary anger. He then proceeded to sway his arms heavily in my direction, completely tearing the whole front side of the brand new shirt I was wearing, also breaking a few of the buttons off. What a ninny!
As for my sister, Simone, she slapped me across the face today when bringing her the wrong flavor of tea that she hoped for, knocking the steaming tea on to my bare skin. She is not as ugly as my brother, nor foul, because when she is in a pleasant mood she and I can share a significant conversation on books and films. Other than that I find her to be a wretched creature.
-Edmond
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I had to post this again, when changing over to the new format this entry's font wouldn't change like the others!
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