I don't think that makes you an old perv because for 1, you're not old, and 2, you have to BE creepy and/or old to be a perv. Plus she's only like 2 years away for being 18. Go make friends with her and wait for 2 years to attack her I don't want to see you go to jail, so WAIT! and keep it in your pants (whatever that means).
So blah! When are you leaving to go visit Kira? Tell her I said hello and happy birthday. Make sure to take it easy on the vodka. I don't wanna find out on the news that you killed a bunch of people in a drunkin rage.
Bean and I are going to this bar in Long Beach on wednesday if you would like to go. If not this wednesday, then hopefully next wednesday. Give me a call to let me know. Check your e-mail
you are cute as a button, ya know that? you have a crush on johnny knoxville?!! i have a crush on steve-o!! OMG wanna have a double wedding? wee man can be the ring bear and party boy can be the preist. i can picture it now, my dream wedding. *daydreams herself into oblivion*......................................................
nah, i think you're just a creepy perv. or wait, it might not even be pervy (depending on what you wanna do to her). lol... give me some time, i'm sure there's a way to justify yourself outta creepy, too
thanks - I've never been much of a car person, but this thing's fun to drive...
At least I'm not the only one who you haven't responded to. I was getting very self consious.
I want to sneak into the girls only group and see boob and stuff. Damn this penis! Damn it to HELL!!!
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
well, the old part, no. creepy perv? maybe, just maybe...