How about I let you lick my boot instead?
….It’s been a while. You guys are still here?
I’m curious as to what you guys think :) Feel free to be honest!
…Is something I’m entirely prepared for.
It seems as though my shirt has gone missing.
Work is going to be hard if I have to dodge coin purses all day. Damn it all.
“Wannabe stubborn farmer”, “No hat”.
He obviously isn’t even worth either of our times.
I have nothing to be jealous of.
((OOC:Brace yourself Jamie. I’m working on another parody.
Which one you ask? I’m not gonna tell you.
You should probably Google it.
Because the idiot who designed this blog really love to piss me off.
and to answer your second question,
Because they’re the sorriest, nastiest, most putrid, f*** eating excuses for food ever created by the goddess herself. and they taste like s***.
Let me clarify something.
The force of the impact made out lips touch. That’s it.
.176892 seconds later:
You’re paying for my doctor bill, Chelsea.
I swear. This must count as some sort of indirect harassment.
((OOC: Just for alittle bit guys~ You guys have such awesome questions, I wanna make sure I can get all of them done ;D))
I can’t do both, y’know.
Eh? What kind of question is this…? Whatever.
Assuming I wrote out my punnett square right…our kid would have brown hair and purple eyes. ((OOC: yes, I worked it out :’D))
As far as my parenting would go…well, I’d be the best Dad I could be. I’m not gonna let my kid to have as bad a childhood as I did.
H-hypothetically speaking, of course.