Wall for BM™ (page 66)

Sometimes I choose Poke Balls for the fancy effects when the Pokemon is sent out. Like with Marie. Looks like she's jumping out of the water if you use your imagination. But I'd say my favorite Poke Ball would have to be the Love Ball, and I mention that because it's nice to see an explosion of hearts whenever you send out your cherished Shinies.

I am bored. So now I am going to tell you what Poke Ball each of my Shinies was caught/bred in.

Poke Ball: Lillie, Brandon, Lugia (he was caught in a Master Ball but it changed to a Poke Ball when he was transferred), Stunfisk
Ultra Ball: Casey, Lily, Beatrice
Master Ball: Nikki, Poppy, Kaiser
Heal Ball: Serena
Luxury Ball: Alan
Quick Ball: Pawniard
Dive Ball: Lisa, Marie, Ralph
Dusk Ball: Dexter
Dream Ball: Violet
Love Ball: Pika, Luke

FUNNY.

I imagined it.

It's a random page of Flareon's wall.

ecks dee so funnee

helloooo yes im tryinh to slowly return idk

Bee Pen is so horrible. I've seen many DB users, some of them fun, some of them boring (looking at you See Esseth), and some of them plain irritating. What category does Bee Pen fall into? Why, the third one, of course. But he's not just irritating. He's a horrible, terrible, bad, stupid Subway worker. Sure, I may hate Josh Kool, but Bee Pen is obviously way cheesier. Specifically, he's blue cheese. Blue cheese is awful. I hate blue cheese. That's why I work at the library. But back to Bee Pen. I remember all those times we played video games together, where he was a foe worthy of an emo Harry Potter x reader fanfic. Truly, he washes floors with his own ketchupy pants. You know, I once had the displeasure of meeting Bee Pen in real life. I saw a man walk by wearing one hot pink shoe, and I knew it had to be him, even though said man looked to be about twenty-eight years old. That feeling when I recognized him... it was like vomiting up compact discs and having bombs dropped down my abs. He struck up a conversation with me, and he confirmed that he was indeed stupid bad and that he worked at the nearby liquor store. While I haven't yet paid a visit to this store, I know it's as horrible as the Subway he also works at. While I haven't seen him in a while, you, too, may have the misfortune of meeting Bee Pen on the streets. If you do, please tell him that my socks have been lost in the noodle strainer. It is a mission suited only to the biggest failure of a dummy, Bee Pen himself.

I feel betrayed. I thought we were friends, pest pals, but then you go and turn your back on me. What you did was of the very meeneth, convincing fellow DB users to give my answers 3 downvotes. Then, you go and give some noob scrub kids 1 upvotes each and convince the OP to remove my BA. You got rid of all my internet points and now I'm very sadth!!11!!00!one11!!1

I decided to look at the name origins for Sneasler on Bulbapedia. The result?

English/Spanish: Sneasel ruler / more Sneasel
Japanese: big Sneasel / big monk Sneasel
French: Sneasel king / furious Sneasel king
German: Sneasel boss
Korean/Chinese: big Sneasel

more big sneasel

Recite the entire Bible in Japanese without taking a breath if you don't want to date me.

Bee Pen is so wonderful. I've seen many DB users, some of them fun, some of them boring (looking at you See Esseth), and some of them plain irritating. What category does Bee Pen fall into? Why, the first one, of course. But he's not just fun. He's a wonderful, amazing, great, grandiose grandma. Sure, I may have a best friend, but Bee Pen is obviously way cheesier. Specifically, he's smoked cheddar. Smoked cheddar is good. I like smoked cheddar. That's why I work at the library. But back to Bee Pen. I remember all those times we played video games together, where he was a foe worthy of a German rock band. Truly, he washes floors with his opponents' ketchupy pants. You know, I once had the pleasure of meeting Bee Pen in real life. I saw a man walk by wearing one hot pink shoe, and I knew it had to be him, even though said man looked to be about twenty-eight years old. That feeling when I recognized him... it was like getting a backhand to the face and a tomato shoved into my left ear. I struck up a conversation with him, and he confirmed that he was indeed Bee Pen and that he worked at the nearby liquor store. While I haven't yet paid a visit to this store, it's on my to-do list. While I haven't seen him in a while, you, too, may have the joy of meeting Bee Pen on the streets. If you do, please tell him that my socks have been lost in the noodle strainer. It is a mission suited only to the Supreme Master of Rabbit Ear TVs, Bee Pen himself.