Tale

I run a tyte ship.

No, he's not. He's... married. Yeah! To Jessica Alba.

Don't mind him, he's a little slow.

ARGH!

Hey McFly, you Bojo. Those boards don't work on water.

UNLESS YOU'VE GOT POWER!

I hear that there's a very explicit sex scene involving Harry and Hermione in this one c/d?

What about Danny Devito? He's taller than Tom Cruise, right?

How's 6', by the way? Too tall? Just right? What if I'm willing to walk with a slouch?

Candidate? Oooh, is there going to be a contest? I hope it's trivia based.

Two things:

1) You can be my friend, too! *big hug* Just don't touch me.

2) Are baseball bats to the kneecaps allowed in Survivor?

Pfft, that's nothing. I recall a few years ago I was playing with my butterfly knife. Flip open, flip closed, flip open, flip closed, flip op... *FLYING THROUGH THE AIR*

*blade comes down right into the crotch of my pants, misses removing me from the gene pool by millimeters*

"Oh no, I almost hit myself in the foot with a dart."

I NEARLY STERILIZED MYSELF WITH A BALISONG!

*cough*

Erm, so how about that local sports team?

I am officially scared of this comment box.

Feelings? I only have two feelings? Crazy and unconscious. And I hate the latter.

I use humor to mask the pain.

Omelette, after everything you and I have been together. After all the times I was there for you, how can you say so many discouraging things about my past! *cries*

I leave you kids alone for one night and this is what happens?

Freaking awesome.

I swam with the Dolphins last Monday on my cruise while we were ported in Costa Maya. Not surprisngly, kissing a dolphin tastes like saltwater.

I didn't "make out" with the Dolphin. But that Dolphin was a total ****.

Told you guys there were no girls on the internet.

Architect, want to know what helps?

Cry more, Architect.

I only click on the profile because I like eggs. And people don't post enough while I'm at work.

Am I going to have to arrange some mediation between you two?

Delete the comments. You know you want to.