• After a few drinks, you head upstairs to sleep. When you wake up, the above user's avatar is sleepin
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I hate native americans.
I would do think about what It was for a long time.
Kill the ponies.
sit very still contemplating how my bed hasn't collapsed from the combined weight of myself and the hulking powered suit of doom filled with geneticly modified arnold schwartzenager clones inside it, then carefully get the fuck out of there before a zerg shows up
:suicide: Fur
Can I have the girl instead?
Get out very quietly
Shoot to kill.
[QUOTE=MechaKat;39998775]Shoot to kill.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=MechaKat;39998775]Shoot to kill.[/QUOTE]
Cuddle to kill :3
egad no
Yes:quagmire:
Uh so is it bestiality or what?
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Assume it was a good night.
The eye thing wasn't so bad.
:suicide:
3some
Penetrate
*jumps out the fucking window*
*flies into the fucking window*
this could be good
After a few drinks? What sort of drinks? Alcoholic? And only a few? How many, exactly? Would it have any effect on my memory? Was it even alcoholic? Few drinks wouldn't do any magic yet.. Anyway I find a Red Indian sleeping in my bed as I wake up. I certainly get jumpy at this situation because it is very unusual, and remove myself from bed. Next thing I would probably try to inquire what is his business in my bed, how did he get there, etc, because I have no clue.
I would flee in terror.
KillitKillitKillit.
Continue sleeping.
So [I]that's[/I] where I left my wrench.
Looks like Christmas is going to come two times this year.
Stop dancing on my bad geez
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