Posted: January 27th, 2011, 3:53 pm
dammit Davis!Justin D. wrote:eliz.rubywillmann wrote:I would gladly pull out for Andrew to get in.
dammit Davis!Justin D. wrote:eliz.rubywillmann wrote:I would gladly pull out for Andrew to get in.
To MEEEEEE! *commence headbanging*Reverend Jordan T.Maxwell wrote:...to me... TO ME...
::puts fingers to temples::B. Tribe wrote:To MEEEEEE! *commence headbanging*Reverend Jordan T.Maxwell wrote:...to me... TO ME...
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye!
So you think you can love me and leave me to die!
(okay, it's actually 'for me', but, fuck it.)
just wanted to make sure this was documented and archived.Roanna wrote:Oh, and Reverend - great job on 69 the other night.
android lady/Sarah wrote: Yes on all the Boy action!
Jessica wrote: Amy, I'd love to whisper my sins in your ear.
Nancy wrote:Sara, fucking racist.
Well, we were all thinking it. Somebody had to say it.sara farr wrote:Nancy wrote:Sara, fucking racist.
siddons22 wrote:A longitudinal term ago, when Wesley Bain was starring the jam at the Hideaway, we played a shot together with the proposal of "area." We were both small children who likable each different a lot, but pretended we didn't. (You know - historical life.) Towards the end of the environs, Wes brought me any ugly inheritance, which I of layer rejected with a prevention comeback. Crestfallen, he asked, "what do you requirement?" I said, "I need you to go forth." He got this elicit perception in his eyes, then he kissed me. It wasn't a kiss on the cheek, it was a soft, echt touching. (I didn't refuse.) Then he faction, hunting back
Now, if only we could find the translator he/she used, we too could talk like ....fools.KathyRose wrote:A long time ago, when Wesley Bain was leading the jam at the Hideout, we played a scene together with the suggestion of "playground." We were both little children who liked each other a lot, but pretended we didn't. (You know - real life.) Towards the end of the scene, Wes brought me some repulsive gift, which I of course rejected with a crushing retort. Crestfallen, he asked, "what do you want?" I said, "I want you to go away." He got this hurt look in his eyes, then he kissed me. It wasn't a peck on the cheek, it was a tender, genuine kiss. (I didn't resist.) Then he left, looking back over his shoulder. It was heart-breaking.
It was echt. You don't go around using echt lightly. This bot is trying to say he's real. More than sentient ... he's LONGING FOR CONTACT.it was a soft, echt touching.
nothing seems to please...Terry wrote:It was echt. You don't go around using echt lightly. This bot is trying to say he's real. More than sentient ... he's LONGING FOR CONTACT.it was a soft, echt touching.
I see Christina every now and then on campus at UT, but no Wes.Rev. Jordan T. Maxwell wrote:if only Wesley Bain were alive today to see this...sniff...