Greetings, fellow meat-Popsicles. Don't let my mildly erotic comments and my irritable nature fool you- I'm probably the most socially anti-social, varyingly unfriendly nice person you'll ever meet....within reason. When I'm not taking my anger out on some random metal (Which as a Blacksmith is pretty common in the profession), I'm spending my time avoiding the majority of society in favor of the select few who find a good friendship is not one easily won. Or something like that... Other topics of interest: Archery (Compound, Recurve and crossbow), Metallurgy, Obsessive music lover (Music is the only woman who, despite how many times she'll hurt me, I'll always come back to.), Fishing, The outdoors/Nature in general, Vidya gaems, tons of movies, books (Education is....uhh..Something?), and much more...I think... (More to come, possibly) Dasvidaniya~
...because my body need more dangerous chemicals to influence the likelihood of cancerous cell development.
Like how making three lefts end up making a right?
At least I'll look very dapper when I'm being carted off to the ambulance for heat stroke/dehydration, I suppose...
She was *told* about the pic, but I guess you want to make it sound like she miraculously stumbled across the pics by her own volition.
There's more periods going on in here than on the Lifetime channel.
No, I think her friend Aaron is also a redditor and probably knew her boyfriends reddit name, saw his post and told her about it.
OPEN THE DOOR
I don't know why, but your comment reeks.
That's math for ya. Always adding and subtracting under our noses.
EXCEPT socks and sandals.
I'm wondering what kid of odds your ass has vs. whatever it's going against, and if I have a gambling addiction for wanting in on that bet.
I sense a furry within our midst. I'm not judging, though.
This was beautiful.
My sides..I can't stop laughing...
Homownership?
*ahem* What I meant to say was, this is a good idea. And on behalf of the scientific community, we'll make this happen (Totally not awkward)
This....yes...
So. Much. Feels.
No, but I look forward to the time when we drown people like you.
I'm not really interested. I just want to continue this long comment chain.
This, times a million. Garlic butter or ranch.
A fruit scientist and Tesla lover? I think I'm going to have to propose to you with an electrified Kiwano Melon.
I'd ask you to add ships from Space Dandy, but we all know no one would take them seriously.
I'd rather see Space Dandy's ship.
Shots fired.
Jar. Of. Flatulence.
You are a saint, if I do say so myself.
"I'm gonna give that pizza a 'stuffed crust' *If you know what I mean"
I wonder if a majority of the positive commenters have (possibly subconscious) impregnation fetishes, or if they just like Creampies. Hmmm..
YOU BROKE THE CYCLE. YOU ARE VERY BAD AT THIS!