Happy Birthday Neurotica!!!

I assure you that neither one of them are faggots. If they were, I would have had them banned along side ProgMetalFan. GTFO and take your slanderous tongue (and Moose) with you!!! :mad:
 
wow, this thread went to 3-4 pages and it wasn't even her birthday.

Neurotica is damn good looking. Those eyes are top notch. Great smile too.

Plus she has great taste in music and a super online personality [/feminist]
 
She doesn't live in Crimea, she was just there on her birthday. You suck at stalking.

The pictures were captured in Kiev sir. I then "took the roll of film to Crimea to be developed. Jean L'Cest has a dark room connection at the edge of the red light district of "Gonormea". It was here where these delightful stills seen the light of day, as myself, along with Jean L'Cest, and professional photographer Colonel Shepherd Von Straussen flocked around the beautifully rendered digital landscapes of her porous flesh. With tremendous perseverance we survived the violent lashes of our heart strings lassoing our passions to the depths of a subterranean pyonggang. Onward we tread, battered, beaten, and withered, like a Susperia clay molded flesh light to the coast of Dunchenbrau, to tell the tale of the bi-annual birthday girl who carries the "chub" in all the right places.
 
wtf did I miss?



no
Her posts in GMD.

Maybe a few bands she likes are good, but the abundance of material is nu-metal and shit metal.

The pictures were captured in Kiev sir. I then "took the roll of film to Crimea to be developed. Jean L'Cest has a dark room connection at the edge of the red light district of "Gonormea". It was here where these delightful stills seen the light of day, as myself, along with Jean L'Cest, and professional photographer Colonel Shepherd Von Straussen flocked around the beautifully rendered digital landscapes of her porous flesh. With tremendous perseverance we survived the violent lashes of our heart strings lassoing our passions to the depths of a subterranean pyonggang. Onward we tread, battered, beaten, and withered, like a Susperia clay molded flesh light to the coast of Dunchenbrau, to tell the tale of the bi-annual birthday girl who carries the "chub" in all the right places.

:lol:
 
Jerry, god damn it, you're insane.

Peters, you can fuck off, because you perfectly know that I've shown you many bands that you do enjoy now. So shut your worked out sphincter.