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Confessions of an MCR Bandmate
21 reviewsThe boys from MCR confess their pranks and mishaps in letters. Implied Frerard. Humorous.
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NOTE: ALL CREDIT FOR ORIGINAL IDEA GOES TO DREAMINDEMON OF DEVIANTART. Sorry. I saw your version of this and thought it was absolutely hilarious. I hope you don't mind that I used your idea. I PROMOTE THE READING OF DREAMINDEMON'S MCR CONFESSIONS. Enjoy!
Dear Frank,
I'm sorry that I've been posting numerous Frerard fanfictions online. And that I've been using your name to put comments like, "Oh baby, that's so hot. Do me now." It was just supposed to be fun. Oh, and it was me who put ice in the showerhead. Sorry.
Dear Bob,
It was me who put that cardboard cutout of you outside of the police station when Mikey and I egged it. And I'm sorry I didn't support you when the police came and cavity searched you. But it wasn't me who put the video on the web. Seriously.
Dear Ray,
I know you think it was me, but I'm not the one who spread the rumor about you and Bob getting it on in the bunk room. IAnd I'm sorry I froze your boxers overnight. Oh, and us leaving you at the gas station wasn't an accident. Sorry.
Dear Mikey,
I was the one who replaced your sun block with tanning oil. And I'm sorry I told you that to make the burns go away you have to pee on them. Turns out, that's for jellyfish stings. AND I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN WRITING WAYCEST SHIT ONLINE. I CHECKED YOUR MAIL. I also downloaded gay midget lumberjack porn onto your laptop. So ha.
Love,
Gerard
Dear Gerard,
I know you've been putting Frerard shit online and it has got to stop. But I was the one who released our videotape. I think it's okay though because it was dark and no one could see us really. I photoshopped Paris Hilton and her loser boyfriend's heads onto our bodies. So yeah. Oh and I replaced your toothpaste with Preperation H.
Dear Ray,
Remember that day when you were forced to be in the bathroom? Yeah, I put laxatives in your coffee. And it's my fault you're on the shoplifter list in Walgreens. I tried to steal something while wearing an afro wig (don't ask) and they thought it was you.
Dear Mikey,
I was the one who knocked you out and locked you in the closet with the Belgian hookers. It wasn't just me though. Bob helped. I swear. I also wear your shoes and put my cigarettes out on them. By the way, if someone named Helga calls for you, I'm sorry in advance. Tell her you're non-refundable.
Dear Bob,
I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN EATING MY TWIZZLERS AND I WILL GET YOU. So if you wake up with a pillowful of spiders again, YOU KNOW WHY. Sleep with one eye open, man.
Love,
Frank
Dear Bob,
I'm sorry I made that racist joke site and put it under your name. I really didn't think anyone would think you were a racist. I'm also sorry I put the secret "behind-the-scenes" footage of the Bob-Cam on the web. And by the way, Frank is fucking crazy. Watch out for him.
Dear Gerard,
It was me who cut out that giant chunk of hair from the back of your head while you were sleeping. I also was the one who changed the signs on the bathrooms in McDonalds. I'm serious, I didn't think anyone was in there. So I'm sorry for the bruises that lady gave you. I've also been photoshopping pictures of you and Frank so it looks like you're doing it. Sorry, but people have been paying me well for it.
Dear Frank,
Okay, it may or may not have been me who programmed your TV to only pick up lesbian porn. And it may or may not have been me who broke the volume button so it played the lesbian screams at full blast. I also put orange dye in your sun screen. Hope that color comes out soon.
Dear Mikey,
It was me who spread the rumors about you being gay with that guy from Panic! At the Disco. I also have been taking your boxers and leaving them at Sams Club for fangirls to find. I leave notes in them and forge your signature. I can't stop. It's an addiction.
Love,
Ray
Dear Ray,
I was the one who put the kittens in your hair. I didn't think those little claws would stick. I also was the one who injected your lips with silicon. At least you have that "full" look that all the girls want now. I also replaced your protein bars with those bars that make you gain weight. Sorry.
Dear Frank,
I was the one who replaced all your jeans with purple spandex pants, put your T-shirts in bird's nests, hired 14 Arabian whores for your 24th birthday and put the 2 bunnies (which ended up being like 20) in your bunk. You just really, really piss me off when you and Gerard fuck constantly. I also saw your tape. I know it was you. Paris Hilton doesn't have gauges.
Dear Gerard,
I know you were drunk and don't remember, but I'm sorry. I may have drugged your coffee. Oh and I'm the reason the Starbucks down the street won't serve you. I told the Asian guy behind the counter you were racist. Because SOMEBODY made a racist website in my name. I KNOW IT WAS YOU.
Dear Mikey,
Sorry I stole your can of Red Bull and pissed in it. I'm also sorry I put toothpaste in your orange juice. Oh, and about that girl holding the sign that said, "Mikey, Im pregnant"...I may hold told her I was you. It was dark. She'd never know.
Love,
Bob
Dear Gerard,
You can't dance for SHIT. I was the one who put those embaressing videos of you dancing on youtube. I also replaced your deoderant with the stuff birds use to mate. That's why they follow you everywhere. And I saw your sex tape. You looked a lot like Paris Hilton's boyfriend for some reason.
Dear Ray,
I'm sorry I knocked you out with roofies, waxed off your pubes and put them on your face like a beard. I saw it on jackass and thought it was awesome. I'm also the one who has been photoshopping your face onto Playboy bunny's heads online.
Dear Bob,
I was the one who put the video camera in your bunk and released the video of you singing "Like a Virgin". By the way, Madonna called. Something about you being a hunk or whatever. She says she has a pool boy who would like to meet you. Oh yeah, I spread the gay rumors too. I have a thing for that.
Dear Frank,
I'm sorry that when you were knocked out "accidentally" I got a guy o tattoo "George Clooney was here" on your ass. So you should probably stop calling him. I also removed all the music on your iPod and replaced it with Sweedish rap. And I'm sorry about that time I entered you into the yodeling contest. Well, you got 4th place, right?
Love,
Mikey
Dear Frank,
I'm sorry that I've been posting numerous Frerard fanfictions online. And that I've been using your name to put comments like, "Oh baby, that's so hot. Do me now." It was just supposed to be fun. Oh, and it was me who put ice in the showerhead. Sorry.
Dear Bob,
It was me who put that cardboard cutout of you outside of the police station when Mikey and I egged it. And I'm sorry I didn't support you when the police came and cavity searched you. But it wasn't me who put the video on the web. Seriously.
Dear Ray,
I know you think it was me, but I'm not the one who spread the rumor about you and Bob getting it on in the bunk room. IAnd I'm sorry I froze your boxers overnight. Oh, and us leaving you at the gas station wasn't an accident. Sorry.
Dear Mikey,
I was the one who replaced your sun block with tanning oil. And I'm sorry I told you that to make the burns go away you have to pee on them. Turns out, that's for jellyfish stings. AND I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN WRITING WAYCEST SHIT ONLINE. I CHECKED YOUR MAIL. I also downloaded gay midget lumberjack porn onto your laptop. So ha.
Love,
Gerard
Dear Gerard,
I know you've been putting Frerard shit online and it has got to stop. But I was the one who released our videotape. I think it's okay though because it was dark and no one could see us really. I photoshopped Paris Hilton and her loser boyfriend's heads onto our bodies. So yeah. Oh and I replaced your toothpaste with Preperation H.
Dear Ray,
Remember that day when you were forced to be in the bathroom? Yeah, I put laxatives in your coffee. And it's my fault you're on the shoplifter list in Walgreens. I tried to steal something while wearing an afro wig (don't ask) and they thought it was you.
Dear Mikey,
I was the one who knocked you out and locked you in the closet with the Belgian hookers. It wasn't just me though. Bob helped. I swear. I also wear your shoes and put my cigarettes out on them. By the way, if someone named Helga calls for you, I'm sorry in advance. Tell her you're non-refundable.
Dear Bob,
I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN EATING MY TWIZZLERS AND I WILL GET YOU. So if you wake up with a pillowful of spiders again, YOU KNOW WHY. Sleep with one eye open, man.
Love,
Frank
Dear Bob,
I'm sorry I made that racist joke site and put it under your name. I really didn't think anyone would think you were a racist. I'm also sorry I put the secret "behind-the-scenes" footage of the Bob-Cam on the web. And by the way, Frank is fucking crazy. Watch out for him.
Dear Gerard,
It was me who cut out that giant chunk of hair from the back of your head while you were sleeping. I also was the one who changed the signs on the bathrooms in McDonalds. I'm serious, I didn't think anyone was in there. So I'm sorry for the bruises that lady gave you. I've also been photoshopping pictures of you and Frank so it looks like you're doing it. Sorry, but people have been paying me well for it.
Dear Frank,
Okay, it may or may not have been me who programmed your TV to only pick up lesbian porn. And it may or may not have been me who broke the volume button so it played the lesbian screams at full blast. I also put orange dye in your sun screen. Hope that color comes out soon.
Dear Mikey,
It was me who spread the rumors about you being gay with that guy from Panic! At the Disco. I also have been taking your boxers and leaving them at Sams Club for fangirls to find. I leave notes in them and forge your signature. I can't stop. It's an addiction.
Love,
Ray
Dear Ray,
I was the one who put the kittens in your hair. I didn't think those little claws would stick. I also was the one who injected your lips with silicon. At least you have that "full" look that all the girls want now. I also replaced your protein bars with those bars that make you gain weight. Sorry.
Dear Frank,
I was the one who replaced all your jeans with purple spandex pants, put your T-shirts in bird's nests, hired 14 Arabian whores for your 24th birthday and put the 2 bunnies (which ended up being like 20) in your bunk. You just really, really piss me off when you and Gerard fuck constantly. I also saw your tape. I know it was you. Paris Hilton doesn't have gauges.
Dear Gerard,
I know you were drunk and don't remember, but I'm sorry. I may have drugged your coffee. Oh and I'm the reason the Starbucks down the street won't serve you. I told the Asian guy behind the counter you were racist. Because SOMEBODY made a racist website in my name. I KNOW IT WAS YOU.
Dear Mikey,
Sorry I stole your can of Red Bull and pissed in it. I'm also sorry I put toothpaste in your orange juice. Oh, and about that girl holding the sign that said, "Mikey, Im pregnant"...I may hold told her I was you. It was dark. She'd never know.
Love,
Bob
Dear Gerard,
You can't dance for SHIT. I was the one who put those embaressing videos of you dancing on youtube. I also replaced your deoderant with the stuff birds use to mate. That's why they follow you everywhere. And I saw your sex tape. You looked a lot like Paris Hilton's boyfriend for some reason.
Dear Ray,
I'm sorry I knocked you out with roofies, waxed off your pubes and put them on your face like a beard. I saw it on jackass and thought it was awesome. I'm also the one who has been photoshopping your face onto Playboy bunny's heads online.
Dear Bob,
I was the one who put the video camera in your bunk and released the video of you singing "Like a Virgin". By the way, Madonna called. Something about you being a hunk or whatever. She says she has a pool boy who would like to meet you. Oh yeah, I spread the gay rumors too. I have a thing for that.
Dear Frank,
I'm sorry that when you were knocked out "accidentally" I got a guy o tattoo "George Clooney was here" on your ass. So you should probably stop calling him. I also removed all the music on your iPod and replaced it with Sweedish rap. And I'm sorry about that time I entered you into the yodeling contest. Well, you got 4th place, right?
Love,
Mikey
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