blue_mansion

I need to write 2 more pages (I’ve written 1) in 12 font as if I were Lady Macbeth and I was halfway through the first one and I thought
          	“Wait... why the hell do I need to know how to write a tumblr blog post as though I was Lady Macbeth? I don’t need to know how to do this I need to know how to get a job that I like so I don’t end up in an office job I hate! Wait... what do I want to do?”
          	And now I am stuck in a state of existential crisis I dOn’T nEeD tHiS rIgHt NoW iT’s DuE fOr ToMoRrOw

blue_mansion

I need to write 2 more pages (I’ve written 1) in 12 font as if I were Lady Macbeth and I was halfway through the first one and I thought
          “Wait... why the hell do I need to know how to write a tumblr blog post as though I was Lady Macbeth? I don’t need to know how to do this I need to know how to get a job that I like so I don’t end up in an office job I hate! Wait... what do I want to do?”
          And now I am stuck in a state of existential crisis I dOn’T nEeD tHiS rIgHt NoW iT’s DuE fOr ToMoRrOw

blue_mansion

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Russia: *In A Pile Of Snow*
          I AM THE SNOW GUARDIAN! GUARDIAN OF THE SNOW!!!
          
          Canada: GENERAL WINTER QUIVERS BEFORE HIM!
          
          Russia: *Looks At General Winter*
          FUCK OFF!
          KOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOL

blue_mansion

King George III's acts of insanity included:
          
          Thinking London had flooded and ordering a seive 
          to sail away in
          
          Ordering that London be flooded
          
          Ending every single goddamn sentence with the word Peacock
          
          Disowning his son when he became regent because "Mum told me to"
          
          Adopting a peacock as his son and insisting that it inherit the throne
          
          Arguing with trees
          
          Unsuccessfully courting said trees
          
          Spending several minutes, sometimes hours, a day chewing on a map of Canada
          
          Attempting to win wars by issuing a Royal Decree stating "(America/France) does not exist. We win."
          
          Giving George Stevenson lots of money and telling him to do something with it (he died before it was completed)
          
          Forgetting that Britain was at war with Napoleon and sending his "closest friend and ally" 40 million pounds
          
          Attempting to convince Parliament to disband reality
          
          Repeatedly asking whether or not the Royal 
          Navy was edible
          
          Publicly declaring himself a peacock
          
          Issuing a law allowing women to join the armed forces then repealing the law 3 hours later
          
          Attempting to buy Russia
          
          Attempting to mortgage the British Empire for funds to build a "peacock lair"
          
          Declaring war on a random country (chosen by lottery) then making peace the next week every single month between 1781 and 1820.
          
          Asking that Parliament cease to exist (I agree!)
          
          Attempting to convert the national currency to peacocks
          
          
          In short, I peacocking LOVE THIS MAN!