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Hiccup: sometimes I think God stays in heaven because he's afraid of what he's created.
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Fishlegs: I've had enough. *eats fibre glass wall insulation*
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Camicazi: Is being left handed a disability?
Hiccup: What the fuck did you just ask me!?
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Fishlegs: I wanna chew ice.
Hiccup: you have an iron deficiency.
Fishlegs: FUCK!
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Camicazi: what's trigonometry? Is it like a type of stick?
Hiccup: it's a branch of maths regarding the study of triangles.
Camicazi: so if it's a branch of maths then it's a type of stick?
Fishlegs: oh lord help me.
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Camicazi: I'll bite you.
Fishlegs: tbh you're so short I'd just assume you were a teething baby.
Camicazi: I hope you enjoy staring at coffin lids.
Camicazi: The door is locked give me your credit card.
Hiccup: *gives her his card*
Camicazi: *pockets it* Thanks.
*Texting*
Hiccup : Dad, there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?
Hiccup: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry
Hiccup: Dad
Hiccup: Dad
Stoick: Your dad is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth
Oh no— 😭😂🤣🤣
Hiccup: Thank you guys for being here during this trying time. It's just so sad to think that he's gone...
Snotlout: You thought he was a dick.
Hiccup: I did not!
Tuffnut: I definitely heard you call him a dick.
Ruffnut: So did I.
Heather: Not to interrupt, but everyone does see the dead body in the room, right?
Astrid: It's just Mildew, Heather.
Heather: It's Mildew's corpse. It's Mildew's dead corpse.
Fishlegs: What were you expecting? It's his wake. Haven't you ever seen a dead body before?
Heather: Of course not!
Snotlout: Thor, the Berserkers are weird.
Ruffnut: You can touch his face if you want.
Heather: I don't want - why would I want?!
Ruffnut: It's nice.
Heather: Stop it! Stop touching Mildew's dead corpse!
Astrid: Calm down Heather, we're all going be one some day.
Heather: Oh, thanks, Astrid! Yeah, that's helped!
Snotlout: It really makes you think, doesn't it? Death... makes you want to do everything... and try everything...
Fishlegs: What's going on, Snotlout?
Snotlout: Want to see something class? *pulls out a box of scones*
Astrid: Scones?
Snotlout: Aye.
Astrid: What's so class about scones?
Tuffnut: Scones are lovely.
Fishlegs: Aye, I like scones!
Snotlout: These aren't just any old scones. These are funny scones.
Ruffnut: They do look like a crack-up, to be fair.
Fishlegs: They're drug scones! He's put the drugs in the scones!
Snotlout: Too fucking right I have. I wanted to do brownies, but this was the only recipe my ma had. Besides, everyone knows drugs aren't illegal when you put them into food.
Hiccup: Is that right? I don't think that's right.
Mrs Ingerman: *entering* Any cups up here? *snatches the box of scones* I'll take those downstairs. *leaves*
Hiccup:
Astrid:
Tuffnut:
Fishlegs:
Ruffnut:
Heather:
Snotlout: WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!
found a fake text maker, havin fun