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Originally Posted by Savage Clone

Follow him into the men's room and corner him in a stall.

That's what I am going to do to you when you come to the west coast.

you didnt do that when i was there!

i dreamt of it all the time.

I did not know you then, if not definitely, we would have done it anywhere.

Be careful porky is the jealous type.

Are you calling him a bear?

no (but he likes it if you nibble his ears)

Oh you made me giggle. Almost peed what a hoot.

ed. He also likes it when you rub his belly.

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Originally Posted by k-krack

Fuckin' righteous, Danny boy. I totally remember you talking about this chiiiiick! HAHAHA!

Righteous indizzle. I have the whole late-night-text-a-thon thing going on [note- thon and thing should not sit next to eachother in a sentence, it's far to difficult to read], which is a good sign. Really, though, I shouldn't jinx it all by writing about it here. Every girl I asked out in the past year or so was mentioned here and all affairs ended disastrously.

Oh and Stephen, don't forget that you'll always be my number one. Broze b4 hoze.

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Originally Posted by Danny Himself

here's the answer

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Originally Posted by !@#$%!

here's the answer

It's not that kind of attraction, to be honest, which sounds entirely preposterous considering the circumstances- she and I are both very handsome induviduals.. but still, I'm drawn to her for other reasons. I haven't even thought about your 'answer'.

You see, I'm not a real man. I am but a child.

ha ha.

sorry man, i didnt even read those desperate love letters until the end. honest. neither yours nor screamingskull's. why? well, because judging from my skimming of the intial paragraphs of both missives, you guys probably wouldn't like my answers to your respective plights-- much less in a public forum. and since i like both of you, i didn't feel the urge to embarrass you as i would have done with others. so i took the easy way out, looked distracted, & posted some nonsense. forgive me.

Desperate? Love? I think you really mustn't skim. It's merely giddy young romance- if that. I have nothing to be embarrassed about.

oh. i'm generally against confessional outbursts. i don't know what yours was about but if you put some music to it i'll give it a listen.

I think we're both being a couple of right bastards this evening. Did you struggle to pick up a dropped coin as well this morning? It really set the tone for the rest of the day.

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Originally Posted by Danny Himself

I think we're both being a couple of right bastards this evening. Did you struggle to pick up a dropped coin as well this morning? It really set the tone for the rest of the day.

ha. hm. no coins. it; jut my general way of being concerning certains things. ok, i'll read your letter, but if it makes me cringe, you'll pay :D

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Originally Posted by Danny Himself

Dear MYSTERY WOMAN,

I don't know why I want to ask you out, to be honest. You listen to Lily Allen, and I hate Lily Allen, and I know if we were going out I'd have to listen to Lily Allen with you. You don't share my enthusiasm for country music, as far as I know. I haven't bothered to ask, but from what detective work I've done, I know you don't own anything with Emmylou Harris on it. You don't look like Suzi Quatro either, so you can't possibly be my dream woman, but for some reason I really want to ask you out on a date somewhere.

Perhaps it's that poem about prostitution you wrote and asked me to read, or the way you get every one of my jokes- actually, it's the way you understand my whole life is a running joke, and I'm really not like that. That upper-class accent you have going on is awfully dapper. Suave, one could say. Bloody hell. I don't even want a girlfriend! I haven't the time to make anybody else happy, I'm having enough trouble making myself happy in the time I have between doing all this coursework for college and sleeping and keeping up appearances. And before you know it, I'll have left the country for a foreign education. What good am I? No good. But I really want to ask you out and I want you to say yes.

ok that poem about prostitution you wrote...

you have to go out with this girl!

go forth, thrash, etc.

oh yeah. and no more "i'm a child" shit. if you got pubes on your sac, you're no longer a child. attack, attack!

GET SOME FUCKING COMMON SENSE. UGH.
(that's to a number of people I run into on a daily basis.)