-looks around stealthily-

-does random flip-

Hey guys, it's Iggy...

So...Skits is asleep with her fiance, Damien. Yes, she's engaged, again, she's getting married, again. And her fiance is here for the second night in a row. More on Damien in a bit, first I must tell you something.

Whatever you do, NO ONE tell Skits about this. She has no clue I'm doing this. She never wanted me to have my own journal-ish thing. So, I snuck on here to make my own. The only person that knows before I post this is Rain, so, shhhh...I'm going to try to keep this under wraps.

Anyway...I figured that it's not fair for Fang to have a journal and I don't. Just not fair. I mean, sure I have a Skype and he doesn't...but he has his own Twitter and I don't! And the journal! That's unconstitutional! So, here I am.

Now, more on Damien. He is an OC from Saint(you know, St. Fang of Boredom)'s original story, Wolf Eyes, that she wrote for that NaNoWriMo thing...Yeah. He's a wolf. A werewolf. Perfect because Skits is an immortal.

But...you didn't hear that from me...Shh...

Just forgetta 'bout it. -fails at attempt for the Mob-

Anyway, so, Saint just threw him to us when she went to bed and now he's asleep...holding Skits...-gag-

And I'm doing this.

Which she better not find out about or I'm dead.

So...here's something that may entertain you. Skits' improv while singing the national anthem. Of the U.S. Yeah, have nothing better to put down...

Oh, say can you see

by the dawn's early light

what so proudly we hailed

at the twilight's last gleaming

O'er the ramparts we watched

I don't think that is right...

I should probably learn my own national anthem

But I am too lazy

To go to goo-gale

to find the lyrics for two weeks of the snow

Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave

o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Yeah...

Hmm...Well, we had Damien's bachelor party last night....

Such fun...

~You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals. Let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel~

Good song.

Damien showed it to us.

Go look it up on the epicalness that is YouTube.

Bad Touch by The Bloodhound Gang.

Anyway, random clips from the bachelor party.

Iggy: RUSSIAN STRIPPERS!!!

Erik: WOOT!!

Russian strippers: -give lapdances-

The Cat: ...I don't have a lap...

Iggy: Sucks for you.

I just heard an alarm clock go off across the street...

Ari: Wait, Damien, isn't skits already married?

Iggy: Her divorce was finalized today.

TC: Vera said she got divorced... I think...

Ari: So, yesterday, Damien was technically hitting on a married woman.

Iggy: Yup.

Damien: -shrugs- It happens, man.

Max: So... can I stay?

Iggy: No...

Fang: Rwar!

Iggy: Unless you let me do this. -humps-

Max: ...

Iggy: Okay, you can stay. -humps again-

Fang: MR. TUMNUS!!!

Max: ...

Fang: -hiccup-

Erik: Damn, he's a cheap drunk...

Oh, yeah, it's mating season for me and Fang.

Fang is getting all lovey with Saint.

She's playing hard to get to annoy him.

And she shoots me anytime I try to make a move.

I think after Justin, we should be able to do things...

-shrug- -yawn- Alright, well, I'm tired. So...yeah...I'm going to end this. Remember, don't tell Skits.

SHHH!!!!!