Bah! Quick posts never get you anywhere... Yes, and ouch! that did hurt. Of course though, that was expected of Crysi. I would have been surprised if she didn't capitalize; I had my run with her plenty of times, you remember love don't you? Oh, and I will hit on you more then ever since you are 'not available' at the time being. Hitting on the boards?! Hmmmm... How pathetic have I become to do this? Not pathetic enough! Well, I will try and see if Mesh will coagulate- I mean cooperate with me. She's been a little hesitent with me lately, as Crysi went out the front door screaming...
People! Crysi is on the move! I repeat, the 'love-hopper' is on the move. Code 1.4stalker, I repeat. Over and out. Anyways, yes, Crysi has figured out how far I am from her. She actually knows my street address, and I'm scared! *holds hands together* Please don't stalk me, please don't stalk me, please don't stalk me... You can spy on me while I work out, but please don't stalk me. *whispers* I am a good boy, I will restrain from further temptation to speak with the opposite sex in a voice that resembles King Arthur berserk and naked.
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I just love how you all talk about me and put words in my mouth. and BS, may I remind you that it's your OWN fault crysi and I both know where you live? we didn't tell you to leave that on that manscrupit, you just did.
Qi... no. just, no
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