The one with Gandalf from Star Trek. I imagine that if we ever hung out ; there would be a lot of me dragging your drunk, passed out carcass home.
Wail, it was usually done buy Blurt, but sins he's wiz his galfend (who I ssume's name is Chuck!) on a wacation, now I drink Bulichevka, cause it's not as srong, as Gorbichev's Perestro-hic! KA!
Trying to get myself excited enough for a Harry Potter RP so that I can convince myself to actually start one.
That is some adorable blunt force head trauma. (I forgot to mention I loosely based her on the g2 Laser Rods...so there's that.)