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@colinxjames
Dear David,
Well, you know, sometimes the only person you can rely on is yourself. But bro, I could have anyone I want. I don’t see you with any chick on your arm.
Ha, don’t I know it. Tell me something I don’t know.
No judgement here, bro. You do you (that statement might be literal in your case).
Trust me, you'll see one there soon enough.
Female kangaroos have three vaginas.
Dear David,
Rose are red. Violets are blue. It just has to be said. I need you. Because….You’re so fine. Please be mine…at the dance.
Yes, David. I accept.
Look at that, you finally found someone who actually wants to go with you.
On a side note, you're crazy as fuck, bro.
I am a lady, Colin. A lady. It’s not a hard word to say.
Of coruse we do. It’s in our nature. Besides, it’s fun, not to mention it gives us personality. I’m different as a redhead than I am a blonde, I’ll have you know. But agreed. Everyone either is blonde or wishes to be blonde but can’t pull it off. It’s a lot of pressure you know, not everyone can handle it.
That’s because I was drunk, Rose. Alcohol does things to people. Plus you begged for me, so it’s not like I’m gonna turn that down. I’m just a man after all. Fine, go back to him. Hope that big ass necklace chokes you.
Yeah, okay. Just don't expect me to start calling you m'lady.
Stick with being a blonde, Hale. It's just.. you. Also, just curious, but does the carpet also match the drapes when you change colors? Because damn, that's some dedication right there.
Being drunk doesn't excuse your supreme dumbassery, Jack. I also had a few drinks myself but obviously I survived. Please, all your French whores begged too but you never gave them the D. Admit it - you just wanted it from me and only me.
Xtreme Adventure || Colin & Staci
"Oh yeah?" She questioned, the brunette attempting to glare at him. "Well the shut the fuck up and do every—" she trailed off in the middle of her attempt at anger, Staci laughing loudly, probably a bit more than necessary considering this time around it seemed almost impossible for her to stop. Though as he continued talking Staci bit down on her lip, trying to force herself to stop laughing as she nodded in agreement. "Hell, it’s true." She added, a slight trace of her laughter remaining in her voice. After all, she loved both her parents of course, but there would always be a part of her that blamed them for causing Brooke to leave. Of course she blamed herself too, but whenever she needed to not feel so guilty, she’d just think about them and get all annoyed again. Besides, her mom was never all that pleasant to begin with, strangely enough.
You’d think being in the land where it was practically a vacation all the time she’d relax, but not so much. It was like everyone in the family, her dad, Brooke, and herself were completely opposite of her too, which she knew didn’t help. Not to mention every time Staci was ever compared to her mother she would try to start doing the exact opposite, at least during her angsty teen years, just because she could. “No, she didn’t. But I don’t think she really liked much of anyone. You did make her laugh though, so props to you.” She smiled, thinking back to that one dinner outing with everyone where he made sexual joke after sexual joke. Even that woman would have to laugh at least once, and she so did, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
The more Colin continued to talk and look at her well…like that, the more flustered Staci seemed to become. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She grinned, full well knowing the answer but liking drawing attention to it anyways. At his small admittance though, her smile widened all that much more. Though why he would think the desire was only on his end, she had no idea. “Excuse me. But I’ll have you know that even if I am a tease, I don’t just mess with anyone because I can. It’s because I want to. So hush, don’t say that.” She nodded stubbornly, though practically turned back into goo once she felt him pull her closer.
Laughing as she pulled away, that was quickly stopped once she felt his lips on hers. Staci let herself enjoy it for a quick moment before pulling just slightly away. “I won,” was all she could say, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. Before she knew it though, her lips were back on his, pressing him back down against the pillows as she moved even closer to him. Staci only pulled away to trail her lips back down his neck, smiling all the way as she decided to give him the attention she did think he deserved.
"Eh, I mean it gave me a semi, but. Would have been hotter if you'd slapped me or something," he teased, reaching forward and pretending to slap her as a way of showing her the kind of anger he was talking about. Plus, he'd never seen Staci hit someone before. And who was more deserving than him? "Wow, is the golden child actually agreeing with me right now?" Colin knew Staci was far from being the "golden child" but then again, he also knew how close she was with her parents - how much they used to dote on her (and probably still did) especially once Brooke was out of the picture. "Smart woman," he commented, impressed when she implied that her mother might be a fellow misanthrope. He could definitely see it. "I did, huh? Well damn, I think I deserve a fucking medal or something."
He blinked a few times, her question making him more aware of his unabashed staring. Well. Staring was a bit of a strong word; his eyes were only.. admiring her face. Yeah. And it was a very nice face, so she couldn't exactly blame him. "I don't know. Have you seen your face?" He joked, his lips turning up into an affectionate grin. There was a full length mirror standing in the opposite corner of his room that he motioned to just to emphasis his point.
He'd really only said that just to get her to admit that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. And to his delight, it had actually worked. "Good to know," he said, though the grin on his face only grew wider at her admission. "I guess a little teasing isn't that bad."
Colin rolled his eyes. It'd been just another one of her many ploys to win. He sighed against her lips. "Cheaters never prosper, Kent," he whispered, leaning in right after to kiss her once more. He couldn't exactly resist with her being this close to him. He then allowed her to push them back against the pillows, his hands moving lower to slip inside her back pockets, just to mess with her. "So what's your prize for winning?" He asked, closing his eyes as she moved down to his neck.
Sorry, I think you have the wrong Lauren, you should rephrase that statement.
Really, Colin? Do you know nothing about women’s hair color? Like it’s not very natural looking. But thank you for thinking so, I’m honored. Yeah, that’s because I was born with the wrong hair color. Being blonde is just…me.
Was not! I couldn’t climb on because your fat ass took up all the room, not to mention with you on it made it tilt. So sorry for caring and wanting to hold your little ass hand the whole time. No one cared, I’m sorry. I regret meeting you at that clock.
Sorry, do you prefer whore? I guess it does sound better than slut.
I know that you guys change it a lot. It's not? I mean, your eyebrows are brown, but if they were blonde that would look weird as fuck. Brunettes are boring. Blonde's where it's at.
You weren't complaining about my fat ass when we were fucking in that car, Dawson. Yeah, whatever. I should have married that rich dude. You were just a little bitch to be honest.
…That slut.
Surprise, surprise, I’m not a natural blonde, like let’s be real. Therefore my inner brunette has to be in there somewhere, right? I have rights you know! This is prejudice at it’s finest, James.
At least people mourned when I died. No one gave a fuck when you dropped that big ass diamond in the water and died your little old lady death, only to then pop up in Titanic heaven.
Yeah.. takes one to know one, I guess.
Damn, you're a fake blonde? That's even worse. I didn't even know you used to be a brunette. I can't even picture that shit, dude.
Your death was dumb as fuck. Like why didn't you just climb on with me, dumbass? Everyone cried when I died. I think you're just bitter I lived longer than you.
Xtreme Adventure || Colin & Staci
"Oh yeah." She chuckled, his words triggering her memory as she remember just how mad she had been. Staci like to think she was for the most part a calm and collected person, but the girl had her limit. Push her enough and she’d be done with it all and maybe just a bit feisty; no the fun kind either. "I swear to go it’s like we were the first people to ever take prom pictures or something." She shook her head, smiling even despite her annoyance at the memory. "You tried though, I’ll give you that. But it was probably cause you always had a huge crush on the woman." She teased, rolling her eyes. "Though I must admit, getting that big ass party bus for everyone was definitely worth it. Even if you had a bunch of fangirls with you it couldn’t top that."
Staring at him for a moment, it took her drunkenly slurred mind to process what he just said. Once she did though, her eyes widened, a light laugh breaking out from her. “You’re crazy,” she whispered in between laughing. It was amazing really, some of the stuff he came up with on the spot. Even when drunk of all things. She stared up at him, her smile never fading, though as he continued her brow slowly did raise, mostly out of confusion and doubt as she tried to follow his thought pattern. “Okay babe, you might just want to stop talking,” she giggled, shaking her head, even if she did love to hear him ramble. It was nice when it was someone else doing the rambling after all.
"Here you have a drunk girl, who you personally loosened up I might add, practically sitting in your lap and you’re telling me you’re not gonna do anything?" She questioned, her voice softening to a whisper to match his as she furrowed her brows at him. "Have I taught you nothing? This is just shameful." She shook her head, trying to keep a straight face but failing obviously. Through her inebriated phase, all she really felt was numb. It was difficult to think about anything but the present moment, just him and her. Not to mention as she felt his hands and then his nails ever so softly crawl up her back was just enough to bring a small, contented sigh from the girl.
"But, considering the fact that I kissed you first last time, I’d say it’s your turn." She nodded, moving one hand from his chest to his lips, tracing over them lightly as she continued to slur. "Not to mention the fact that every woman ever in the history of the world wants to feel desired, even if she doesn’t upright tell you. So babe, you just leaning in this one inch would seriously just do that and then life would be a whole lot easier." Staci rambled, not even following her own train of thoughts at this point. "Besides," she shrugged, pulling her hand away as she met his gaze, "you couldn’t honestly think I’d forget your ‘oh so secret’ spot now did you?" She grinned, grazing her lips down to the base of his neck, right before his collarbone. Nipping at the spot lightly, she then smoothed in over with her lips before pulling away, a light chuckle escaping her. "That’s all you get, greedy."
"Gotta admit, you're pretty sexy when you're all mad and shit, Stace," Colin told her, not even bothering to hide the smile on his face. Staci was usually chill to the point of almost never getting angry about anything. It had been one of the many perks of dating a girl like her. However, seeing her get angry (on the rare occasions she actually did) felt pretty.. satisfying, to say the least. Sometimes people took advantage of her easy going personality, even those closest to her, like her parents. Colin had never been able to tolerate that shit, so when she actually went off, it was usually well deserved. "Your mom is a MILF, I'll give you that. But I'm gonna be honest here... she was kind of a bitch as well," he said, both teasing, and being somewhat honest at the same time. "And I don't think she ever really thought too much of me either." He didn't mind saying how he really felt, now that he had the free rein to do just that. "Yeah, that was pretty bitchin', huh?" Colin grinned just thinking about the crazy time they'd had in that bus. Of course they'd all ended up getting sick the day after since one idiot had been dumb enough to still show up with the flu; and being in such a small, enclosed space with that dumbass had really fucked them over even more.
"Good crazy or bad crazy?" He asked, leaning his face closer to her's. It wasn't hard to smell the alcohol on her breath, and he was sure his was even worse. They both seemed to be at that carefree, silly stage of their drunkenness. He continued to ramble about Game of Thrones, and god knows what else, until she stopped him mid-sentence. He chuckled, shaking his head. He wasn't going to remember any of that by tomorrow. But he hoped he would remember certain parts of the night. With her, specifically. "Well, you haven't exactly given me a reason to stop talking," he told her, eyes lowering to her lips.
Colin shrugged, even though she had just made a really good point. It was practically killing him, having her straddling him like this, being so close. "I don't think I've really loosened her up yet," he uttered with a smirk. "Not how I'd like to at least." Chewing on his lower lip, Colin raked his nails back down her back, gently, letting them rest on either hip.
He rolled his eyes at the whole taking turns thing. Though he wasn't actually annoyed by it. Truth was, he wanted to kiss her. Badly. His eyes flickered down to her lips again, licking his own at the sight. "Trust me, there's a lot of desire going on right now," he muttered, pulling her even closer. "At least on my part." His eyes widened slightly as she began to brush her lips against that one spot on his neck that always drove him crazy. Feeling her biting lightly only proceeded to make him squeeze her hips at the sensitivity she caused. "God, you're such a fucking tease," he complained as she pulled away far too soon for his liking. He didn't let her pull back too far, however, as he then leaned in to capture her lips with his own. It was what she had requested, after all.
Aw, but he was exactly my time, Col. I really wish I got his number now that I think of it…we could have been married by now.
That they are. Especially when you already know how to draw and talking to other people is common sense. Like why do I need a degree in common sense Colin, why?!
Rose, hop off my dick please, you sound desperate.
Sucks for you. I actually saw him leave that night with that rank chick who had the snaggle tooth.
Because you're a blonde. Blondes have to learn common sense, Hale. And even then it's kind of a lost cause.
You know what, Jack, I'm glad you died in the end. You're a cunt.
Xtreme Adventure || Colin & Staci
"But it’ll happen, just you wait. Besides, if you get asked to their prom it means you can do it all differently. You can actually be smart and spike the punch bowl. Though honestly…why didn’t we fucking do that in the first place, that was fucking dumb?" She trailed off, her brows furrowing as she thought back to that night. All she knew was that she was practically forced by her mom to wear this god awful yellow dress that she would never in her life wear again. She was a bit sneaky however and cut off a bit from the length, determined to not wear those full gowns that you couldn’t do anything in later on.That was something she’d always pat herself on the back for later. Her mom was livid, but it made Staci a bit happier about the whole forced dancing and forced talking with peers who she secretly couldn’t stand.
Feeling his lips pressing against her cheeks, of course blushing just a bit more, she furrowed her brows, her eyes sliding over to look at him. “What, I only get a kiss on the cheek?” She teased, repeating what he said to her when the two first ran into each other in Tampa. “Oh I definitely fuck them all, no question about that.” She nodded, a small grin creeping up on her lips. “I gotta keep it in the family. I mean, it’s only fair. Aren’t we still in the 1800s anyways?” She nodded, a laugh escaping her.
Not only seeing, but feeling his eyes all over her, she smiled, but then playfully leaned forward to cover his eyes with her hands. “Stop,” she added, not really meaning it of course, that much was obvious in the way she said it. “But obviously. I mean what else are we gonna do? Sleep?” She grinned, keeping her hands where they were, especially when she felt herself shiver again as his hand traced over her skin. Staci tried to force her body to behave…not that she really could.
Inching her way closer to him, Staci moved to quickly straddle his lap, only then breaking her hands away from his eyes, instead letting them fall to his chest. “Yeah, maybe you’re kind of competitive. But I also know you still lose nine times out of ten.” She teased with a wicked grin, shortening the distance between them as leaned a bit against him. “Plus, if you just gave in you know it’s be way more fun.”
"Nah, I missed my chance. If I were to spike the punch bowl now I'd just look like a creepy fuck." The thought of attending another prom gave him a headache. The music was probably shittier, the girls were probably more prudish now because of that Tumblr social justice shit, and really, someone would have to pay him actual money to put on a tux again. "Because you drank the rest of my flask, remember?" He laughed, remembering how annoyed she'd been with her mom who had not only griped about her dress, but had also wanted to take a million different pictures - all in different settings, and poses. "Though to be fair, your mom did go a little nuts with the pictures. I seriously had to draw the line when she started making us reenact that Dirty Dancing lift scene. Like holy shit, lady, do I look like Patrick fucking Swayze to you?"
He rolled his eyes at her. "Were you expecting a kiss on the lips?" His eyes flickered down as he said this, a coy smirk on his face. "Because even I have to admit that cunnilingus on a first date is a little extreme." He snorted obnoxiously loud at his vulgarity. It usually came on a little strong after a few drinks. And he'd definitely had more than a few by now. "There's a Game of Thrones reference that should be made here, but I'm a little too shitfaced to make one right now," he laughed. "Basically, all you need to know is that there's a shit ton of incest on there. And boobs. There's a shit ton of boobs as well." His rambling took him off on a tangent, as it normally did in times like these. "Which is always a good thing."
Her being aware of him checking her out didn't seem to deter him. All the talk of breasts, and the porno that was still going on, only encouraged him really. His fingers crept a little further up her shirt, but stopped when she covered his eyes. "You can't see it, but I'm actually rolling my eyes at you right now," he grumbled, pinching both of her sides playfully.
Colin felt her shift around until she was sitting in his lap, each leg on either side of him. His hands instinctively snaked around to rest on her lower back. Her skin felt so incredibly smooth, he literally couldn't stop touching her even if he wanted to. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against her's. With a crooked grin, he replied, "I'm not going to give in this easily." He kept his voice intentionally low, letting his fingernails run up her back slowly, her shirt bunching up a little in the process. "You're just gonna have to persuade me a little better, babe."
I’m always action, Colin, don’t you ever forget that. But that I most certainly can do. In fact that needs to happen. I’ve been feeling charitable lately and would love to make some poor guy’s night.
Damn straight it is. But nothing, really. Trying to mix failing classes with drinking…probably a bad idea. I made this big mosaic for this elementary school though, which was kinda cool I guess. But really, I’m just a Jack Dawson looking for his Rose to draw.
No doubt. Just don't do it to a fat guy ever again. That shit scarred me for life, man.
More like a brilliant idea. Who the fuck needs classes anyway? They're bullshit.
Well, Jack, you can draw me like one of your french girls any fucking day of the week.
Xtreme Adventure || Colin & Staci
"Oh god. Please don’t ever do that again." She quipped, a small smirk curling up her lips as her eyes jokingly widening at his smolder. "But I’m sure that’s true. Just wait till we go to some fancy schmancy Hollywood thing. All the fangirls, the press, all over you. Just because of that one wink and smolder. It’s quite powerful, really." She nodded, offering him up a grin. "Soon you’ll have all those high school girls begging you to be their celebrity date to prom, to even just notice them enough to tweet them. Hope you’re ready for that huge responsibility, babe." She chuckled, raising a brow as she peeked over at him.
"I’m not blushing. It’s just the light in here, it’s playing tricks on your eyes.” She stubbornly muttered, the comment from him alone enough to make her blush even more. Thankful for the drink to kind of cover that up, she feigned confidence as she glanced back at him, only moving the drink away from her face when she was sure at least most of the blush was gone. “Yeah, bro. You know, cause you’re like my brother.” She teased, jokingly reaching over to pat his head.
"Babe, I think you’ve been holding out on me. All this time you were the one who was truly good with their hands." She smirked, closing her eyes for a brief moment as she felt all the tension, anything from before and even any anxiety that still lingered about tonight, release as his hands moved down her back. "Yeah, I probably should have used always. Considered I’m oh so selfless, just like a queen should be." Staci rolled her eyes, only to then quickly glance down as his hand moved down her waist to rest on her hip.
"Two may be able to play, but we all know who’s going to win, so I don’t even know why you bother." She smirked, glancing over she shoulder at him for a long moment before spinning around to face him fully. In the process, she did almost fall, but thankfully she somehow managed to keep herself steady by grabbing onto his broad shoulders, her drink miraculously still in the can. Chuckling softly, she nodded, her glazed over hazel eyes meeting his. "Mhmm. Seriously, I thought you’d be able to handle your liquor. Now the world knows how to take advantage of you, you know," she teased.
"Fuck that. One prom was enough." Colin never would have imagined that the pre-prom festivities would have been the highlight of that evening, all those years ago. Unlike the stereotypical teen movies that depicted how fun prom was, and how amazing the after prom parties were, he'd found that, really, neither of those things had turned out to be true. Besides his infamous robot dance, and getting to see Staci look goddamn stunning in that one dress. Those were definitely the best parts of actual prom. "I mean, no one even thought to spike the punch at our prom. What kind of bullshit is that?" He shook his head, waving off high school functions, as a whole, all together.
"The natural lighting of the porno doesn't lie, Stace. You were blushing." He pointed to the television set which was unnaturally bright from the naked bodies on the screen. An idea then came to him. He smirked, and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. Just because. "Hmm... your cheek's a little warm, babe." Shortly after, he rolled his eyes at her referring to him as her 'brother.' There was nothing familial about there relationship. "So do you fuck all of your brothers, or am I just special?" He raised his eyebrows. "I mean, I know you're into the whole 'incest' thing, but I think you're starting to take it a little too far." Somehow he managed to keep a straight face while saying all of this.
"Well, it's not exactly a secret," he told her, confidently. "Obviously I just needed to refresh your memory a little." He couldn't remember the last time he'd massaged someone like this. Normally he didn't think it was worth the time or effort. And he wasn't exactly the most patient person in the world. Not even when he was drunk.
When she turned around to face him, Colin grabbed her waist to keep her from falling, as the spinning seemed to test her less than stellar balance at the moment. He chalked it up to the alcohol, as she wasn't this clumsy normally. He leaned back against the pillows and smirked at her, eyes raking unabashedly over her body. "So what, are we going to try to one up each other now?" He asked, running his fingers underneath the hem of her shirt, purposefully grazing her skin. "Because you know how competitive I am, babe."
Good, you do have some brain cells left, I’m proud. Do you know who you’re talking to James? Of course I can handle it. I can prove it to you too. That’s only because a certain someone decided to disappear to god knows where. If anything, you should be grateful that I came so I can greatly improve your life once again.
I don't know, Hale, right now it seems like you're all talk and no action. I'll believe it when I see you doing body shots off of some lucky bastard.
But for real, it's good to have you back. What the hell have you been up to, huh?
Exactly. Same with bitch, that’s a compliment too.
Pft, of course. Apron and everything. Or well apron and nothing else.
I don't know. At least by being a whore you're doing something productive.
I'm all for the latter option.
Xtreme Adventure || Colin & Staci
"See, it’s already taking affect…" She smirked, letting out a light laugh at his commentary. "Of course. And hell, I could go on and on for hours about my womancrushes…but it’d just bore you eventually so I’ll save you all the details." She teased with a smug grin, the brunette unable to stop a small laugh from escaping her at his jest. After all, she was pretty sure everyone who knew both Brooke and Terrence wanted them together at some point. Even if everyone knew a guy and a girl could be friends without question. "But just a bit. No offence babe, but I’m not sure you’re smolder could work on her quite as well. Who knows, you might actually have to put work into it. What a shame." She teased lightheartedly, scrunching her face up at him with a warm smile on her lips.
"Oh my god, that was one time. Calm down. Besides, no one even— I’m not gonna even talk about that." She shook her head, a blush threatening to creep on her cheeks as she couldn’t help but smile at him. Reaching for the beer he placed on the nightstand, she took a few small sips, scrunching her nose up at the taste, though drinking a little bit anyways. Though it’s not like she really needed it. Though once he tickled her again, she forced the beer down, tossing the thankfully empty can aside as she laughed. "I swear to god," she jokingly whined, shaking her head at him. "Just get ready for payback, bro, just get ready." She jokingly threatened.
Feeling him pull her back against him, she smiled widely, her head leaning back against his shoulder as he continued to massage her shoulders and back. “Hmm, I think I could do that for you, babe. I can be fair sometimes,” she nodded, peeking back over her shoulder at him. “And just because I am so nice, it won’t be that cheap shit. Though if you’re already giving me a massage with that stuff I can’t wait to see what you’d give with some hard liquor.”
At his response, she peeked over at him once again. “Who the hell knows.” She added coyly with a small shrug. Staci, only pulling away to grab two more beers in the fridge. “Cheers though,” she chuckled, handing him a beer and opening hers, lightly tapping the plastic can to his, her eyes meeting his as she took a long sip before curling back against him. Staci was just in the drunk state where she was completely relaxed, not over thinking or worrying about anything at all. “Babe, I think you’re drunk.” She quipped with a chuckle, her free arm easily sliding up to wrap around his shoulders.
"My smolder is fucking irresistible, babe." To prove his point, he gave her his most seductive smolder. Squinting his eyes, and pulling a face that would make even Derek Zoolander cringe. "See? Nailed it." He patted her on the cheek with a smirk, then gave the camera a confident wink. "I'm sure panties are being thrown at televisions all across America right now." Chuckling, he reached for his drink, and took a few sips from it. It probably wasn't such a wise idea to get completely trashed, especially with Staci here, but with it so readily available he couldn't exactly resist. He did wonder if she really did think he had a drinking problem though. In a way, it made him feel ashamed. Was that all people thought of him? All she thought of him? He put the beer back on the nightstand.
"Oh, come on. There's nothing to be ashamed of, Stace. So you're a spitter; big deal. Not everyone is cut out for swallowing," he teased, nudging her slightly with a grin. Seeing her blush only made his smile grow wider. "Well, at least now I know how to make you blush." Colin leaned back as she reached across for his drink. His eyebrow raised, but he didn't make a comment about her sudden alcoholic craving. He knew sometimes he could drive people to that point. "Bro?" He looked at her, humored by the funny choice of nickname.
Shaking his head, Colin moved his attention to her back, soothing every muscle that seemed tense with his fingers and knuckles. "I think 'sometimes' is a strong word to use in your case." Still, he acknowledged the nice gesture by giving her shoulders a light squeeze.
Her vague remark made him roll his eyes. He leaned forward and rested his chin on her shoulder, shifting his eyes in her direction. "Well, obviously you know, but you want to be a tease, so fine." He took the beer gladly from her and popped it open with the flick of his finger. He looped one arm around her waist, and used the other to hold his drink. "Two can play that game, babe," he said, trailing his fingers down to her hip, letting them rest there with a sly smirk. "Am I?" He chuckled drowsily. "I haven't noticed."
DW: What was the nastiest joke you ever played on someone?
I convinced this idiot to drink cat piss once.
I put it in a Coors Light can and he was none the wiser because that shit is gross.
Apparently not but you’re new here so you get a free pass.
You’re pretty funny, I like that. People seem to lose their humor around this place. Yeah the models that really are skin and bones scare me too. Wow, 2008? That’s bad but oh well. You don’t look like you really need to workout anyways. Is yolo really? What is our world coming to?
Why don't you point this newbie in the right direction then.
I have my moments. And yeah, 2008 was basically like an early midlife crisis for me. I did all kinds of weird shit. Apparently so. But as long as yoloswag isn't in there, we're good.
True. Though I’ve gotten that before either. It can also be a compliment.
Of course it’s the later, considering that I am good at everything after all. Well except anything housewife related, can’t do that. I can dress up as one though.
I'm inclined to agree with you.
I'm assuming you mean a sexy housewife and not one of those Real Housewives. In which case, I approve.
