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Although I just stopped shaking uncontrollably, I'll start this post off with a wonderful idea I came up with!
Darling Annwn: I BARRETTED EYE SKIN
GizmoROCKS5678: say WHAAAAAAAT?
Darling Annwn: OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
GizmoROCKS5678: wtf?
Darling Annwn: fucking OW
GizmoROCKS5678: are....you alright?
Darling Annwn: Yes.
Darling Annwn: but it sounded like I was climaxing for a few seconds
Darling Annwn: "OH OH OH OH OH OH MY GOD! OW!"
Darling Annwn: You see, I play this game
Darling Annwn: where I open a barette and see where on my body I can close it and have wherever I did it hurt
Darling Annwn: and usually the thin skin around my eye is where it hurts the most
Darling Annwn: and this time I actually closed some of the eye skin in the barette
I'll upload the picture later.
Wow. I'm extremely mad at some one. When I was told something a bit earlier tonight, I started freaking out, and shaking, trembling, and twitching and uncontrollably. I almost had some trouble walking.
I'll tell a certain....zombie about it later. Perhaps I already will have confronted the person about it. Or better yet, spoiled things. Oh how I love that guy that digs moustaches and that chick that digs make-up.
Moustaches and Make-up. LET'S MAKE A BAND!
Darling Annwn: I BARRETTED EYE SKIN
GizmoROCKS5678: say WHAAAAAAAT?
Darling Annwn: OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
GizmoROCKS5678: wtf?
Darling Annwn: fucking OW
GizmoROCKS5678: are....you alright?
Darling Annwn: Yes.
Darling Annwn: but it sounded like I was climaxing for a few seconds
Darling Annwn: "OH OH OH OH OH OH MY GOD! OW!"
Darling Annwn: You see, I play this game
Darling Annwn: where I open a barette and see where on my body I can close it and have wherever I did it hurt
Darling Annwn: and usually the thin skin around my eye is where it hurts the most
Darling Annwn: and this time I actually closed some of the eye skin in the barette
I'll upload the picture later.
Wow. I'm extremely mad at some one. When I was told something a bit earlier tonight, I started freaking out, and shaking, trembling, and twitching and uncontrollably. I almost had some trouble walking.
I'll tell a certain....zombie about it later. Perhaps I already will have confronted the person about it. Or better yet, spoiled things. Oh how I love that guy that digs moustaches and that chick that digs make-up.
Moustaches and Make-up. LET'S MAKE A BAND!