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For the sake of this story leaking into the real world I will call my current girlfriend; "Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box".
Well me and Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box are having a great time together. We seem to be really flicking each others switches. To be honest, I could just suck the juice out of Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box's ear for centurys. I'd just taste her brain forever and smooch her and stuff. But unfortunately, she's dimwitted with a large bra and likes to feel other guy's one-eyed-monsters. She even goes to the haunted house of one-eyed-monsters when drunk. I don't mind. Because I'm selling my hormones on the internet on friday nights anyway.
She is only interested in getting a big veiny helmet up her canopy all the time anyways, so like after we do other suff (llolololo i'm a sex dawwwwg lolo mad me.....k). It seems that when we are not in the bedroom (or anyother place that we may...for that matter LOLOL!!11) we never speak. I get nervous. Long awkward silences always fill the place. It's not that I'm a grade A loser with a boring, sad persona. I know it isn't. All the people on the internet seem to like me, so I must be interesting and cool.
I'm normally a talkative person (Ask all the strangers on the internet I speak to, and i love them). It's strange. I mean down at the Internet Cafe I met this girl who said hi to me and we went to the highstreet to get some cables and whatnot for our computers. And those girls on the bus whistled at me to. So I am cute. And very cool with chicks.
Right well, Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box is 10 years older than me and she is a figment of my imagination/ who lives in Hollywood. But meh y'know? We are both in different parts of our lives, I'm developing testosterone whilst she is stuck in my brain forever. It's weird.
When I am with her, we speak about absolutely nothing. I don't understand it. It's probably her. In my presence any girl should be star struck.
But there is an answer! Break down the social barriers via alcohol!!! YES
I know it wont always be there for me to rely on when girls are there, and that it's the only way I can speak to people but hey, I'm cool. And I no longer am a virgin.
Well you guys, are there any tips you can give me about being a confident sane hunk? Cuz Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box aint gonna be there forever.
Well me and Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box are having a great time together. We seem to be really flicking each others switches. To be honest, I could just suck the juice out of Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box's ear for centurys. I'd just taste her brain forever and smooch her and stuff. But unfortunately, she's dimwitted with a large bra and likes to feel other guy's one-eyed-monsters. She even goes to the haunted house of one-eyed-monsters when drunk. I don't mind. Because I'm selling my hormones on the internet on friday nights anyway.
She is only interested in getting a big veiny helmet up her canopy all the time anyways, so like after we do other suff (llolololo i'm a sex dawwwwg lolo mad me.....k). It seems that when we are not in the bedroom (or anyother place that we may...for that matter LOLOL!!11) we never speak. I get nervous. Long awkward silences always fill the place. It's not that I'm a grade A loser with a boring, sad persona. I know it isn't. All the people on the internet seem to like me, so I must be interesting and cool.
I'm normally a talkative person (Ask all the strangers on the internet I speak to, and i love them). It's strange. I mean down at the Internet Cafe I met this girl who said hi to me and we went to the highstreet to get some cables and whatnot for our computers. And those girls on the bus whistled at me to. So I am cute. And very cool with chicks.
Right well, Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box is 10 years older than me and she is a figment of my imagination/ who lives in Hollywood. But meh y'know? We are both in different parts of our lives, I'm developing testosterone whilst she is stuck in my brain forever. It's weird.
When I am with her, we speak about absolutely nothing. I don't understand it. It's probably her. In my presence any girl should be star struck.
But there is an answer! Break down the social barriers via alcohol!!! YES
I know it wont always be there for me to rely on when girls are there, and that it's the only way I can speak to people but hey, I'm cool. And I no longer am a virgin.
Well you guys, are there any tips you can give me about being a confident sane hunk? Cuz Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box aint gonna be there forever.
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For the sake of this story leaking into the real world I will call my current girlfriend; "Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box".
Well me and Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box are having a great time together. We seem to be really flicking each others switches. To be honest, I could just suck the juice out of Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box's ear for centurys. I'd just taste her brain forever and smooch her and stuff. But unfortunately, she's dimwitted with a large bra and likes to feel other guy's one-eyed-monsters. She even goes to the haunted house of one-eyed-monsters when drunk. I don't mind. Because I'm selling my hormones on the internet on friday nights anyway.
She is only interested in getting a big veiny helmet up her canopy all the time anyways, so like after we do other suff (llolololo i'm a sex dawwwwg lolo mad me.....k). It seems that when we are not in the bedroom (or anyother place that we may...for that matter LOLOL!!11) we never speak. I get nervous. Long awkward silences always fill the place. It's not that I'm a grade A loser with a boring, sad persona. I know it isn't. All the people on the internet seem to like me, so I must be interesting and cool.
I'm normally a talkative person (Ask all the strangers on the internet I speak to, and i love them). It's strange. I mean down at the Internet Cafe I met this girl who said hi to me and we went to the highstreet to get some cables and whatnot for our computers. And those girls on the bus whistled at me to. So I am cute. And very cool with chicks.
Right well, Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box is 10 years older than me and she is a figment of my imagination/ who lives in Hollywood. But meh y'know? We are both in different parts of our lives, I'm developing testosterone whilst she is stuck in my brain forever. It's weird.
When I am with her, we speak about absolutely nothing. I don't understand it. It's probably her. In my presence any girl should be star struck.
But there is an answer! Break down the social barriers via alcohol!!! YES
I know it wont always be there for me to rely on when girls are there, and that it's the only way I can speak to people but hey, I'm cool. And I no longer am a virgin.
Well you guys, are there any tips you can give me about being a confident sane hunk? Cuz Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box aint gonna be there forever.
Well me and Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box are having a great time together. We seem to be really flicking each others switches. To be honest, I could just suck the juice out of Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box's ear for centurys. I'd just taste her brain forever and smooch her and stuff. But unfortunately, she's dimwitted with a large bra and likes to feel other guy's one-eyed-monsters. She even goes to the haunted house of one-eyed-monsters when drunk. I don't mind. Because I'm selling my hormones on the internet on friday nights anyway.
She is only interested in getting a big veiny helmet up her canopy all the time anyways, so like after we do other suff (llolololo i'm a sex dawwwwg lolo mad me.....k). It seems that when we are not in the bedroom (or anyother place that we may...for that matter LOLOL!!11) we never speak. I get nervous. Long awkward silences always fill the place. It's not that I'm a grade A loser with a boring, sad persona. I know it isn't. All the people on the internet seem to like me, so I must be interesting and cool.
I'm normally a talkative person (Ask all the strangers on the internet I speak to, and i love them). It's strange. I mean down at the Internet Cafe I met this girl who said hi to me and we went to the highstreet to get some cables and whatnot for our computers. And those girls on the bus whistled at me to. So I am cute. And very cool with chicks.
Right well, Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box is 10 years older than me and she is a figment of my imagination/ who lives in Hollywood. But meh y'know? We are both in different parts of our lives, I'm developing testosterone whilst she is stuck in my brain forever. It's weird.
When I am with her, we speak about absolutely nothing. I don't understand it. It's probably her. In my presence any girl should be star struck.
But there is an answer! Break down the social barriers via alcohol!!! YES
I know it wont always be there for me to rely on when girls are there, and that it's the only way I can speak to people but hey, I'm cool. And I no longer am a virgin.
Well you guys, are there any tips you can give me about being a confident sane hunk? Cuz Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box aint gonna be there forever.
It was more far inevitable, perhaps, that Shaneo would return.
Shaneo2win.
Shaneo2win.
How bout reading it before jumping on Shaneo's willy?
Hahaha.
Too late.
Too late.
Just Tinka is my conscience
If you say so :D
Oh, and "Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted stink-box" exists for me too, only in the form of Ashley Olsen.
This post reeks of urine.
Presidenté Nash wrote:
> Oh, and "Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted
> stink-box" exists for me too, only in the form of Ashley Olsen.
Heh, I'd do her though.
> Oh, and "Drinks horse produce and owns an enchanted
> stink-box" exists for me too, only in the form of Ashley Olsen.
Heh, I'd do her though.
Presidenté Nash wrote:
> Ashley Olsen.
DONT...tempt...me....Frodo.
> Ashley Olsen.
DONT...tempt...me....Frodo.
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