Libby’s Scribb1es

'Sup, Dudes!?

It's hard to write underwater without the ink running (or the electronic device shorting out), so I'll try to be quick. Fortunately, I also don't have much of anything to say! It's nice to be a mermaid sometimes—even when my [barnacle] of a sister is chatting up Séamus like she's a likable person or something. Floating underwater without legs or an inability to breathe can be quite relaxing. After all, you're basically G-rated naked by Disney standards!

That actually makes me wonder something: In this situation, aren't we all like the Topless Twins (Siobhán the Shirtless and Séamus the Shameless)? I mean, it's just things conveniently covering the booby bits that people really loose their shit over for some reason. I'd even argue that Séamus and Chase are both just naked here (and maybe Anna Log, too, since she's just a crab with a person head). Deep down, maybe we're all topless under our shirts…I don't think this is the sort of stuff people want me thinking about, but I think about it anyway. No one can control me!!!

You can't control me either, so this is the end of the Scribb1e.

P.S. The way you can tell the difference between Séamus and Chase is that Séamus is hot and has cute, little freckles on his chest and shoulders. Chase, on the other hand, is my stupid, weird cousin and has gross hair all over his body, like some kind of caveman.