anonymousalmost 10 years
don't you wanna know who's asking all these questions?
The real question is this: "How can you reveal, what I already know?" (btw just for you: If -you- wanna know why don't -you- just tell yourself?" ; )
anonymousalmost 10 years
i love your answers to my questions. keep it up <3
I always keep it up. All night long. Just ask the ladies.
anonymousalmost 10 years
are you sexually attracted to men?
What kind of men? women? abdomen? snowmen? Longshoremen? Lack the intellect to be specific much?? Wow...
anonymousalmost 10 years
fine. do you want to know what taking the dick feels like? (dont come up with some smart ass response. just answer the damn question)
If you're willing to tell me of your experience with taking the dick THAT badly I'll listen to your dirty perverted addiction story already. Go on and tell us all! TELL THE WORLD!
anonymousalmost 10 years
Do you want to know what taking the d feels like?
You are a serious idiot. Now do you mean Dick? Or you do you mean the D Train? Or the Dentist's drill? Unspecified.
The tragedy of Plissken is a long one indeed. Plissken rose to popularity on the mafia rinks in Sandbox by trying out new setups and ways to play. He was enthusiastic about it and would often put up fliers to draw people in from the crowds. Announcers, caterers, and cheerleaders would be hired to come down and support his efforts. In time, however, this soured. Plissken developed a feud with Jamal Marley, a foreign general and holy man who frequently came to blows with the Sandbox community, and developed a frenzied advertisement campaign for his Plissken's 200th, a celebration of his mafia setups. This campaign involved a one-on-one duel with Marley, and eventually escalated into a death match. On the night of the event, Jamal won, but he showed mercy and spared Plissken's life. Plissken feigned gratitude and became a leader in the Church of Jamal, but as his sect grew it moved away from Jamal ideologically, especially as his master returned to his homeland