i'm glad i'm not the only one who sounds like a dirty whore around here.
nothing. at least you didn't ask for it nice and rough.
i took the picture of myself though, so it's really not my arms... oh, hell... i'll trust you barry. i just can't change it until tomorrow because...
that's what my friend told me on myspace. or was it on here? i don't remember.
i was THIS close...
oh, you got it.
i sent you a PM dwaine.
how are you still alive??
i get your plan chester... you're trying to bore me to DEATH so you win, and i will never let that happen. I WIN!
you shouldn't go posting your digits on the world wide web there dwaine... somebody as sick and twisted as yourself might, i dunno... do something...
i win.
CHESTER! your job SUCKS BALLS! we get it! STOP!!!
that's not a phone number.
that frightens me the same way the original teminator frightened me.
i must insist you bathe at least two hours in advance. and no bowel movements may be made between shower time and taint licking time.
that's more like it. "mate" is definitely an australian word. i win.
you just know i'm going to be the next one to post, so you really just want me to do that to you. reverse psychology. or something like that.
i'm pretty sure i can fight off a retard, so i should survive to tell the tale... as a blog on my myspace.
i don't wear panties.
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