Misha Collins helped a stoned, topless Michelle Obama assemble a trampoline. All true.

I'm so fucking over the Twitter thing, but Misha Collins' tweets crack my shit up. I am somehow reminded of Ford Prefect's completely honest insanity.

• We had an earthquake this morning. Fortunately, i live in a windowless underground bunker, so i am fine.


• However, my periscope isn't working so i can't tell whether the rest of los angeles is still standing or not.


• I'm glad you all think it's so funny. I'm 120' underground with nothing but my laptop and stacks of gold bullion waiting out aftershocks


• Right, yes. I'm down here with my computer and my gold and my pony. And i'm tweeting and cleaning my guns.


• The laptop is powered by the pony on a treadmill. I planned it all out very carefully.


• Minions, the pony gave out. I consumed the haunches while still warm. very little power left on my laptop. Very little oxygen. I'm so weak.


• I'm back out. i was turning the doorknob the wrong way. Now i see... i left the lens cap on the periscope. Man, i'm covered in pony blood.


• Minions (Mignions in France), 1 of you must have ratted me out on the Pony sushi--2500 PETA protesters are holding vigil in my front yard.

Seriously, this guy is crazy awesome. Or just crazy. I am unsure. Either way: HOW DOES THIS MAN PLAY MR. STOIC REPRESSED ANGEL CUTIE?

-Lucy