this is what you get when your friend is drunk and singing party songs at you, and you have the following instruments of doom at your disposal:
a. MS paint (you know, that extra rider of the apocalypse who wore beige cardigans and was so boring and useless they forgot to write him in
b. a golf club (has no relevance to this post whatsoever)
c. the lack of remembering what that damn uniform looks like
*NOTE: this is a lie
BEHOLD, ROY MUSTANG DOING THE HOKEY COKEY:
yes, the random blue person WHO DOES NOT RESEMBLE A KITCHEN UTENSIL, THNX is me, because i'm a mary sue. :D i do believe the non-british population call it the hokey pokey though, according to my wise friend. righto?
that was so pointless. serious time!
umm....choose a subject. physics/cheesecake/armstrong's ravishing torso in FMA. discuss!