I almost forgot…I’m sure no one will believe me, so I don’t know why even I’m posting this, but:
I fucked her.
It was almost exactly a year ago. I was visiting a friend who goes to law school at UCLA. We went out to a S and M club (which is one of the few non-nerdy I do well). After dancing a bit, she told me her name and there was a pause, like I should be impressed, and she said, “does it matter what my name is? You’re a barely passable middle class asshole who should feel fucking lucky he doesn’t have to pay for pussy let alone be picky about the ass he getsâ€Â. And was I was like, “Yeah, I stuck my dick in a jack-o-latern once cause I was so hard up for poon. Now pull down those pants and call meLleroy, bitch†and she laughed. So ended up going back to my friend’s apartment, drank some wine, then he took his girlfriend home, and well…I murdered her and buried her so far out in the desert Grissom himself couldn’t find her.
Anyway, I didn’t realize who she was until I got home and tried to look-up her number on-line.
I think I’ve still got some picture on my old cell phone. I’ll check when I get home.
“middle class asshole who should feel fucking lucky he doesn’t have to pay for pussy”.
Self-contradictory sentence is self-contradictory. It’s actually rich assholes who pay for it (eg Eliot Spitzer, Heidi Fleiss’s clients). Middle-class assholes have to rely on wit and charm.
I gotta say, I like both of them.
i gotta say, check your levels.
cutting out hair is tricky. i rate this job a 7.5/10.
not bad, except for the legs, done really badly, to the point that she looks 2 dimensional.
Why bother with photoshop if she still doesn’t look hot?
hahahahahahahahahahahahahh.
I love reality.
Have you ever seen something so fucked up and horrible it makes you laugh?
Reality is like that.
Wow…the background is red.
Maybe if she gained a severely unhealthy 150 lbs she’d be more attractive to MCS visitors?
I almost forgot…I’m sure no one will believe me, so I don’t know why even I’m posting this, but:
I fucked her.
It was almost exactly a year ago. I was visiting a friend who goes to law school at UCLA. We went out to a S and M club (which is one of the few non-nerdy I do well). After dancing a bit, she told me her name and there was a pause, like I should be impressed, and she said, “does it matter what my name is? You’re a barely passable middle class asshole who should feel fucking lucky he doesn’t have to pay for pussy let alone be picky about the ass he getsâ€Â. And was I was like, “Yeah, I stuck my dick in a jack-o-latern once cause I was so hard up for poon. Now pull down those pants and call meLleroy, bitch†and she laughed. So ended up going back to my friend’s apartment, drank some wine, then he took his girlfriend home, and well…I murdered her and buried her so far out in the desert Grissom himself couldn’t find her.
Anyway, I didn’t realize who she was until I got home and tried to look-up her number on-line.
I think I’ve still got some picture on my old cell phone. I’ll check when I get home.
should have forgone the background change…
“middle class asshole who should feel fucking lucky he doesn’t have to pay for pussy”.
Self-contradictory sentence is self-contradictory. It’s actually rich assholes who pay for it (eg Eliot Spitzer, Heidi Fleiss’s clients). Middle-class assholes have to rely on wit and charm.
No middle class assholes just pay less and get uglier whores (eg: Detroit).
Not self contradictory.
No amount of Photoshop can save that pissed floor mop.
thats nikki webster. I hate her; so very, very, very much
why did they make her so shiny??? 0_o
@AUS BUTT
You Phail.
Grissom *ALWAYS* finds them…
Naw poor nicki webster; she sang at the olympics and was never cool again….