This guy is straight up out of his mind. I make all my imaginary videogame girlriends out of clay.
Does anyone want to tell him that real girls exist, or should we try and keep this going?
Twenty-two years and nothing to show for it but a puddle for a girlfriend. A damn shame.
"Daisy Lover" wiped his mouth off with his shirt before typing this.
"But the princess, she always wants me around."
That's all for this week. Thanks to my homies Sporkarus, The Young Homer, mojo king bee, Phineas Gage, japanther, The Hugsville Horror, cranius, Flying-Nugs, Picnic of Love, YASD, AntiEverything, mindphlux, E_P, Sireg, paulsan, Capt_Jim, BreathMints, segnomin, Depressing Drawers, Livefox, A Certain Ratio, maxnmona, Marduk, and Robot Machine for making it all possible.
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I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
Cons: causes bad nightmares. I used to have to eat beef until I passed out to have these kind of terrors, but this machine does it for me every time I fall asleep inside it.
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