Isn't that another word for crabs?
You think so? I found it as easy as ancient Aztec.
Well we all just want one little Canadian piece of you, ya know.
Wanan join the club? We got special panties. YOU SEXIST! YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE A GIRL TO BE MAH SISTER! I like this bear very much. Please strap him onto my car.
Damn straight. Lots and lots of the furry bastards.
Which leads to Bristly which leads to Kizzly which leads to Sizzly. You are not mah sister.
OOC: I got nothin either, but I'm having way too much fun for this to be legal :=D: BIC: Eva stumbled, then caught herself on a tree, and leaned against it. She had never been this tired. She couldn't remember even being this close to this tired. Closing her eyes, she slowly sank to the ground, too tired to fight. I'll find Jasmine right...after...
So what exactly do you think the girls invite to their bachelorette parties?
Holy **** so I would be like.......Toky. That's sick. I LIKE IT.
You seem to have to do with everything, Trizzly.
Aw, we love our Canadians, they just don't seem to say much. Or anything.
OOC: Neither do I 8D Just go craaaazzzzzy!
She grinned, then left the door open for him, going to rummage in the kitchen. "You don't have to try so hard, you know." she called out to him, finding an older apple, not quite rotten, but not fresh. Biting into it delicately, she closed the cupboard, hoping he wouldn't do the creepy sneak up behind someone trick.
Eva cautiously walked in, then turned to smile at him, sympathy in her eyes. "I can't say I've been through that..my entire life, but I understand." she murmured.
:lolface: I got called a ma'am. I seriously just got called a ma'am. I feel so superior now. Someone shoot me before I take over the world. Aww, aren't you a gentlemen? (No sarcasm there.)
I would have said the same of you.
But then the word homo comes in. There is the little argument between the words about whether bi or homo pwns the other, then they fight it out, and homo wins. You say it best, when you say nothing at all :lolface:
T h i s ^
I have gone through more sarcasm in my glorious sixteen years on this earth then anyone has to know of, boy. Don't. Test. Me. Then they would never be stereo-typed in the first place.
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