Oi!
My beautiful spazes!
Okies, my bad and all, but the thing is some of you encourage me to abandon the darkness and flickering of the monitor, and venture into strange lands of the big folk, even if it is not what I myself should wish for. I was kidnapped on Friday. I had originally set out with the simple task of borrowing a bit o' cash, and was promptly forced into a PT cruiser (no comment)by an irate Irish Girl and her Israelite lover, both with a mission of mischief that apparently held me as the center point of their plot. I was forced to interact and socialize *shudders* and drink copious amounts of an amber colored liquid, believed to be of wheat and barley origins, and was told for all too succeed, I must get pissed, nicely pissed. So of course, not wishing to let the best laid plans go awry, I did just that.
Those who know me, know that my night would not be completed without over indulgence, and of course doing something asinine such as leaving my cell in a pub stall.
What's the moral you may ask....not one thing other than I have my phone back (thank you Jack the bartender, you merchant of fun who I would like to climb like a redwood and camp out for a week at minimum), so you can all stop blowing it up with ......spam.
Oh and pussicle
That fucking picture floating about....you should be scared, especially considering that I have patience, more so than anyone, and can calmly bid my time. I also want to know exactly who the select four is(aka, the fellowship of the "what shit is this, oh noes!!!!!") and hope, for your sake of course, that it doesn't make me squirm with humiliation, nor lack of comfort, as I will come down on you in a hail of photoshop with animation furry. When I am done, I might be banned for ever in the realms of graphic revenge, but I am more than sure I will have sufficiently made my point. The hammer of the gods have nothing on me!
Kisses*mwah*
Also, new icon-->> *squees* That dog is just gorgeous in a non bestiality way.
Okies, my bad and all, but the thing is some of you encourage me to abandon the darkness and flickering of the monitor, and venture into strange lands of the big folk, even if it is not what I myself should wish for. I was kidnapped on Friday. I had originally set out with the simple task of borrowing a bit o' cash, and was promptly forced into a PT cruiser (no comment)by an irate Irish Girl and her Israelite lover, both with a mission of mischief that apparently held me as the center point of their plot. I was forced to interact and socialize *shudders* and drink copious amounts of an amber colored liquid, believed to be of wheat and barley origins, and was told for all too succeed, I must get pissed, nicely pissed. So of course, not wishing to let the best laid plans go awry, I did just that.
Those who know me, know that my night would not be completed without over indulgence, and of course doing something asinine such as leaving my cell in a pub stall.
What's the moral you may ask....not one thing other than I have my phone back (thank you Jack the bartender, you merchant of fun who I would like to climb like a redwood and camp out for a week at minimum), so you can all stop blowing it up with ......spam.
Oh and pussicle
That fucking picture floating about....you should be scared, especially considering that I have patience, more so than anyone, and can calmly bid my time. I also want to know exactly who the select four is(aka, the fellowship of the "what shit is this, oh noes!!!!!") and hope, for your sake of course, that it doesn't make me squirm with humiliation, nor lack of comfort, as I will come down on you in a hail of photoshop with animation furry. When I am done, I might be banned for ever in the realms of graphic revenge, but I am more than sure I will have sufficiently made my point. The hammer of the gods have nothing on me!
Kisses*mwah*
Also, new icon-->> *squees* That dog is just gorgeous in a non bestiality way.