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Wednesday, January 3, 2007


Think about that quote. It's true beyond all reason.

I am uuuuber sorry for not being on! My mom has made me do a ton of chores that nearly killed me, so I basically come inside, eat, and die on my bed.

There's no warm showers. The damn boiler thingy mabobber broke or whatever, so it doesn't heat the water...it sucks XP

The snow here is up to my knees, and it's still coming down (yay, more shoveling!)

Ah, well...

SQUEE, many thanks to Lolly~chan for drawing a pic featuring Eb and herself! Go comment and vote or I'll rip out your heart and make your mom eat it X3

Lolly~chan's awesomely awesome piccyture

Aaaaand

Also many thanks to shi-the destroyer for drawing a pic of Kadaj for an art trade! 8D Go comment and vote or I'll sick Pipkin on you :P

shi-the destroyer's awesomely awesome art trade

Aaaand (yes, there's another)

sikaurai did a fucking hawt pic of her chara, Lycaetris as a sort of gift for meh...'Tis had to be censored for this site, though XD



The uncensored pic is on her DA account, so if you can, go rape it, masturbate to it and such...X3

Yeah...Thanks, guys! You rawk! 8D

New month = new theme, so I'm gonna mess with that later...

Random pics of DOOOOOOOOOM!!!!





































Fact 'o the Day:

The epidermis, the outermost layer of the skin, sheds itself at a rate of about a million cells every 40 minutes.

Pickup Line 'o the Day:

Excuse me, have I fucked you yet?

I'm gonna...read...or draw.

TTFN, babes.

P.S. (Gross joke)

A very attractive lady goes up to a bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face closer to hers. When he does she begins to gently caress his full beard. "Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands.
"Actually, no," the man replied. "Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him." she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair. "I’m afraid I can’t," breathes the bartender. "Is there anything I can do?" "Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues, running her forefinger across the bartender’s lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. "What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to say. "Tell him," she whispers, "there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."





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