Myahahaha... my goodness, and to think Mike is gonna be down there with you soon... *thinks of some fairly obvious thoughts...* mya, that's not good! No! Nononono! Not at all! Virginity is a good thing! It might even change what I'd draw for your one-year anniversary picture, since my tainted skull has no qualms with spawning pure H nastiness of all fetishes... wait, that's not a good thing! x.x *cough, choke, sputter, puke*
I'm probably the only moron who knows both of you in person that would even think of such... wrongness... eheh... gomenasai! honto ni gomen!! x.x
Yeah, whatever mr.anonymous, why don't you leave a name? I need a life? You don't even know who I am. Think about what was posted, then recall that they're both gonna meet and I know both of them inperson and fairly well too as friends. It's more of a joke if anything. Maybe you need to get a brain. Try picking one out of the next roadkill you see and shove it into that thick, hollow cranium of yours, dumbass. Then go fornicate yourself on a rusty iron pole and cry over how you're a lame nance and can't even leave a name because you don't want anyone to trace you back and see your putrid crap-encrusted face, you useless bodybag of rotting dog testicles.
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Myahahaha... my goodness, and to think Mike is gonna be down there with you soon... *thinks of some fairly obvious thoughts...* mya, that's not good! No! Nononono! Not at all! Virginity is a good thing! It might even change what I'd draw for your one-year anniversary picture, since my tainted skull has no qualms with spawning pure H nastiness of all fetishes... wait, that's not a good thing! x.x *cough, choke, sputter, puke*
I'm probably the only moron who knows both of you in person that would even think of such... wrongness... eheh... gomenasai! honto ni gomen!! x.x
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Yeah, whatever mr.anonymous, why don't you leave a name? I need a life? You don't even know who I am. Think about what was posted, then recall that they're both gonna meet and I know both of them inperson and fairly well too as friends. It's more of a joke if anything. Maybe you need to get a brain. Try picking one out of the next roadkill you see and shove it into that thick, hollow cranium of yours, dumbass. Then go fornicate yourself on a rusty iron pole and cry over how you're a lame nance and can't even leave a name because you don't want anyone to trace you back and see your putrid crap-encrusted face, you useless bodybag of rotting dog testicles.
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