Bye again.

Kvlt Wench said:
I went to a hotspring tonight. zomg so nice. And lots of stars that I can't see back home.

City in Arkansas called Hot Springs. The name is not ironic. The place is full of fucking hot springs.
 
If I were stalking I'd be called Lord Timmaeus you afromuff fuck.

Seriously, though, Kriggy, relax. I text half the damn board everyday anyway.
 
It was the baldy thing that annoyed me anyway. We all know who the real stalker is... yeah, Jeremy.
 
Fun! Wanna know the really creepy thing about me? Ok, I actually... don't have anything creepy enough about me to scare anyone. I think.
 
Captain Beard said:
It was the baldy thing that annoyed me anyway. We all know who the real stalker is... yeah, Jeremy.

YEAH! That's right. The real stalker's hair line isn't receding, unlike the accused. WHAT?! OH YEAH.
 
Captain Beard said:
The accused one with receding hair is twice the real one's size.

WELL! I have to go to bed because I have to drive three hours to my university tomorrow...where there are cops...watching...24/7...
 
Lord of Metal said:
WELL! I have to go to bed because I have to drive three hours to my university tomorrow...where there are cops...watching...24/7...

If they pull you over... use your charm...






































...And by charm I mean give em head and swallow.
 
My blade is forged from the blood of a cow, a horse, and 3 carpenters named Bill. Your glass is nothing. Or I could just cut through the wall. Or the door. Or i could just you know... knock.