I call a hipster rolling down a hill a tumblr. I don't know what it is to everyone else.
More significant figures.
Maybe I should change my name to that of an inordinately hated pubescent pop one off.
Seeing as I'm usually the one causing this to happen...
What about ElseIf's or If Else's?
Hang out with Rita.
Accept his request. You've still got some frustrations.
The fuck is this kid? He seems mega lame.
Go to CMU, they have a building that was poured not built.
Arts war is a game I played in high school. Basically it works like this, you've got a sheet of paper and two or more people. Each person begins with a small doodle that supposedly nothing can beat. The job of each person after that is to one up the last person in their drawing which shall be placed adjacent to the last. Attempting to two, three, four, five, six, etcetera up the person is just silly. The game ends when space runs out or no one can think of anything else. In the online adaptation we can't simply pass the page back and forth, so the idea is that we shall save the posted image modify it and post the modifications as our responses. That's pretty much it. So here's the real question, will you war with me? Spoiler
The posts are changing. I fear. I fear for life. Life that is mine.
Think so, do you? Also, I get the feeling that you are abut to link to ICP. Just a feeling though.
I'm gonna point out the obvious move here. 10 pages to some of you ends up somewhere around 4 pages for those of us with 30 posts per page. If he's not already got the latter format he should do it to dick with you guys. Less that halfway there, whoa, livin' on most of a prayer.
If I have anything to say about it, never shall I ever.
Nope. I totally want you inside me.
I love you. Like seriously, no one has made me feel the need to play tetris for months. Have fun while it lasts.
I know you only say this because you love me and when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun.
It feels like Chevalier follows me sometimes. Like here I am, minding my own damn business like I always do and I flip the page and the grape is breathing down my neck, with his hot deep ragged breaths. /Reminding everyone I'm former staff
Humor is an old friend of mine, we go drinking from time to time. Promptness on the other hand, we're not friends and don't make eye contact when...
I'd tell you, but honestly, it'd just sound like a personal problem.
