Y'know what that means: THE OFFICIAL DAY OF CRAZYNESS AND FURY BEGINS NOW!!!

But is it really her birthday?

Well: a) It shows up on all of the boards she attends and B) if she was lying, wouldn't she put her age over 13 in the first place? (after all, you're supposed to be 13 to use Invisionfree).

I simply meant that she says her birthday is on April 1...not very promising. ^_^

XD Umm happy B-Day..I think.

Noooo silly gooses, I'm not lying! Everyone thinks I am, but I'm not. xD

Thankiiiiiies, I got lotsa chocolate from my daddy!!! HYPEEER!!111!!!1

Oh....Crap.

BTW Nice banner

Happy Birthday, Gwen! XD

It's Gwen's birthday? TIME FOR ULTIMATE RANDOMNESS!!!

*throws rainbow colored donkeys at flying pancakes*

Happy Birthday, Carjacker! I mean, Gwen!

The randomosity is breaking out in hippo!

I cameled your hair! Milk, milk!

But, seriously, why would rabid toasters feel like jumping in the gravatron while it was on wash cycle??

That depends. Is your toe fungus purple or orange? If it is neither, smash your brains out with a lemon wrapped around a golden brick.

*takes out Romanian flag*

NO ONE HAS FURY!!!!

I thought it depened if you got a degree in ear cleaning, and if you didn't you had to put your toes and knees together, bend down, stick your toung out, put your head up, stick your fingers up, and spin around singing "Singing in the Rain"

If that didn't work you get your money back!

Car dealerships are the bane of old people. We must bring them down with Napalm. After all, Napalm is nature's toothbrush.

I call upon... Chef Brian!

"People automatically think that because they can create a sentient piece of toast with a purple umbrella and name him Tire Iron they are actually funny.

They are mistaken."

No, no , no. The car dealership thing is just a distraction. What must be brought down is the flyin' crud-bugs, and Imps polluting our air. You, see, once they've taken over Starbucks, they will join forces with the Squirells and furbys, then there shall be a revolution that will shatter the clothing industry.

NOT STARBUCKS!!!! Their overpriced semi-artificial drinking matter is what sustains the goth way of life!

A GLASS A DAY! A GLASS A DAY! Weeeeeee Slam dunk with the dog, Beh-beh.

LEAPORD SEALS ARE EEEEVIL! We shall hurt them so with the bunny staff!

Chef Brian: Time. It holds us in our grasp like a giant koala with dentures. We are slaves. Slaves to Denture Koala and his army of lightbulbs with feet. Butternut poptarts are my favorite.
Tomato-head: I am a giant tomato filled with love. I have come to sell you a house made out of pancakes.
Chef Brian: and a garage made from the souls of little children?
Tomato-head: ... yes.
Chef Brian: HISSSSS!
Tomato-head: pork.
Chef Brian: the cactus shall call it stupendiferous! Let us achieve!
Tomato-head: Jubilation!

"-_- Why would you even shu the slugs with a pointy toe shoe if you never eat the carcass of a dworf?

It makes no sense of space and time will dissapear. It's just I try to stay away from Dr. Wily as mush as poopy in the hole!

Figures the topic went random.

I've got the milk, milk, milk, milk in my CER-I-Al!

Oh la laah! Is that Vanilla Room? Har de har i'm a badger with bald spots.

Happy birthday...

Get rid of that ugly avatar...I keep thinking that's you in real life....O.o

*Looks* Is that guy wearing a Fist of the Northstar shirt?

I think so...

OMG! That would be funny.

Nooooo, it's Patrick, he's cute.

Uhkay....Cow.

SPEAKER D00M!!!!!

*shoots self*

I'm Quashing your Quash Quashing my Quash.

THOUSAND DOLLAH PYRAMIIIIIID! *Discos* *Watches Kid disco*

Um....I'm going to run now....

Give Time Egg! Now!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Runs around in circle then throws cutting edge technogligy sporks around whil playing hop-scotch*