shmidol is here...everyone go to her journal and tell her congratulations!
she did really well in both tournaments....the one on saturday she was in the top 4...and the women's singles on sunday she came in second!!! she had to play up on a stage. I wish I had been there - I would have yelled at her to show me her tits.
or maybe to tap dance a little.
tomorrow she is going to bleach my hair and make it cotton candy pink. yeeeehaaaw!! changed my mind. not pink. fifth element colored...see pics.
she doesn't know it yet - but I'm going to steal her plane ticket so she can't go home.
so..yeah. go leave a comment. or else you'll get my evil boot in the ass. I'll check, too, to be sure you did it. fuckers.
The guns were empty and they boiled at him, transmogrified into an Eye and a Hand, and he stood, screaming and reloading, his mind far away and absent, letting his hands do their reloading trick. Could he hold up a hand, tell them he had spent a thousand years learning this trick and others, tell them of the guns and the blood that had blessed them? Not with his mouth. But his hands could speak their own tale.
she did really well in both tournaments....the one on saturday she was in the top 4...and the women's singles on sunday she came in second!!! she had to play up on a stage. I wish I had been there - I would have yelled at her to show me her tits.
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tomorrow she is going to bleach my hair and make it cotton candy pink. yeeeehaaaw!! changed my mind. not pink. fifth element colored...see pics.
she doesn't know it yet - but I'm going to steal her plane ticket so she can't go home.
so..yeah. go leave a comment. or else you'll get my evil boot in the ass. I'll check, too, to be sure you did it. fuckers.
The guns were empty and they boiled at him, transmogrified into an Eye and a Hand, and he stood, screaming and reloading, his mind far away and absent, letting his hands do their reloading trick. Could he hold up a hand, tell them he had spent a thousand years learning this trick and others, tell them of the guns and the blood that had blessed them? Not with his mouth. But his hands could speak their own tale.
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but you'd better not, dammit.
OH...and thanks for forcing all your friends to congratulate me! It was nice...even if they don't know me.
I heart you.