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[Kaz]

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

I quietly sneak into your house in the dark and knock you out as you sleep with a heavy club, then I stuff you in a sack and take you back to my hideout. I dump you out of the sack, tie you to a chair, and wait for you to wake up. As soon as you do so, I slap you. You stutter, and yell, and I slap you again. I light up a cigar as you ninny and moan, and then I put it out in your left eye, effectively blinding you in that eye. You cry. You scream. I kick your shins. You can't do anything about it. I slap you again and again. I take out a switchblade and slowly cut off your ears. I make sure to do so as slowly as possibly, allowing you to agonize through the feeling of your ears being seperated from your head. I pour gasoline in your hair. I throw a lit match into it. I watch in pleasure and laugh heartily as your hair ignites and the top of your head is scalded. I put it out before it can burn anything else on your head. I slap you again. I untie you from the chair and force you on your knees. I tell you to suck my cock. You refuse. I slap you again. I keep slapping you and you still refuse. So I take out that nice switchblade again and you see it, and then you accept. You gag on my dick as I thrust it into your throat. You vomit repeatedly and the lining of your throat tears, blood spurting from your mouth when I finally pull out. I blow my load all over your face. You fall over, laying there on your side in a fetal position, hurt and abused. You cry pathetically, like a lost child. I kick you in the gut and you vomit again, this time with more blood. I tell you we're not done yet, and I force you on your knees again. You try to protest, but you can't. You don't have the energy to do anything but take it and suffer. I force you on all fours. I get behind you, on my knees. I roughly push my dick into your virgin ass. I rip into you and you bleed again. I grab your throat as I thrust harder into you, effectively choking you nearly to death as you cry from the pain all over your body. You are nothing now. You've been humiliated beyond comprehension. You're mine. But I don't want that. I only like the fresh ones. So, while my orgasm is at its peak, I reach under you and make a long slice across your belly with a dagger from my belt, allowing your innards to spill out across the floor. I slice through them, cutting apart everything I see, starting with your exposed large intestine. I lift up a piece of it and nibble delicately on it, allowing the acidity to burn my lips. I smile. You are in utter shock, unable to speak, slowly dying. Your eyes tell me that you wish to die. But I am not merciful. I rape you again and again, stabbing you all over as I do so. Chunks of your skin are scattered everywhere. I eat them all. And I love it. After a while, I decide I've had enough pleasure. I look into your one good eye, and check your pulse. Still alive, but just barely. Minutes to live, if that. I lie you on your back, and, with a big smile on my face, place one of my heavy boots on your face. I step down. Harder...harder...feeling your nose breaking under it...I lift up, and I stomp. I laugh as I hear more bones breaking. Your face is unrecognizable now. It's just an assortment of chunks of skin, exposed bone, and blood. Blood is everywhere. I make one final large stomp, and my boot goes to the back of your skull. I can feel your brain at the toe of my boot. I lift my foot out and stare down at your body. We're not done yet. You're dead, but I'm not done yet. I go to a corner of the room and bring out a chainsaw. I use it to quickly amputate your arms and legs, and finally, your head. I use a smaller automatic blade to slice through the remainder of your skull and free your brain. You might think that's a trophy, but it's not. I throw it against he wall, stomp on it, and light it on fire. Then I eat what's left. I stash away your limbs in a large freezer for later consumption. I write a nice note on a spare piece of paper. It's a detailed explanation of how you did this to yourself. How you deserved it. How you were no good to anyone and I was doing the world a favor. How you lied and cheated and were a flaming homosexual to boot. I put the note in a nice envelope, addressed to your parents. I stuff what's left of you in a cardboard box. I put the note on top of your corpse. I package the box nicely and have it sent to your parents' loving address. They find your corpse and shrug it off, because they didn't want you anyway. They decide to kill themselves just for the hell of it a few months later, but not before coming to me and thanking me with sexual gratitude. I tell them that I'm only doing my my job.

And I live happily ever after.

[Kat95]

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

*back from commercial*

NOOO I DUN WANNA DIE!!!!!BLAZIKEN DID IT NOT MEEE!!!

[Mystic]

y can no 1 understand me :( :( :(

cuz ur a whore

What r u?

i dunno wut r u

I am sexy and need a gf or bf nao

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

I quietly sneak into your house in the dark and knock you out as you sleep with a heavy club, then I stuff you in a sack and take you back to my hideout. I dump you out of the sack, tie you to a chair, and wait for you to wake up. As soon as you do so, I slap you. You stutter, and yell, and I slap you again. I light up a cigar as you ninny and moan, and then I put it out in your left eye, effectively blinding you in that eye. You cry. You scream. I kick your shins. You can't do anything about it. I slap you again and again. I take out a switchblade and slowly cut off your ears. I make sure to do so as slowly as possibly, allowing you to agonize through the feeling of your ears being seperated from your head. I pour gasoline in your hair. I throw a lit match into it. I watch in pleasure and laugh heartily as your hair ignites and the top of your head is scalded. I put it out before it can burn anything else on your head. I slap you again. I untie you from the chair and force you on your knees. I tell you to suck my cock. You refuse. I slap you again. I keep slapping you and you still refuse. So I take out that nice switchblade again and you see it, and then you accept. You gag on my dick as I thrust it into your throat. You vomit repeatedly and the lining of your throat tears, blood spurting from your mouth when I finally pull out. I blow my load all over your face. You fall over, laying there on your side in a fetal position, hurt and abused. You cry pathetically, like a lost child. I kick you in the gut and you vomit again, this time with more blood. I tell you we're not done yet, and I force you on your knees again. You try to protest, but you can't. You don't have the energy to do anything but take it and suffer. I force you on all fours. I get behind you, on my knees. I roughly push my dick into your virgin ass. I rip into you and you bleed again. I grab your throat as I thrust harder into you, effectively choking you nearly to death as you cry from the pain all over your body. You are nothing now. You've been humiliated beyond comprehension. You're mine. But I don't want that. I only like the fresh ones. So, while my orgasm is at its peak, I reach under you and make a long slice across your belly with a dagger from my belt, allowing your innards to spill out across the floor. I slice through them, cutting apart everything I see, starting with your exposed large intestine. I lift up a piece of it and nibble delicately on it, allowing the acidity to burn my lips. I smile. You are in utter shock, unable to speak, slowly dying. Your eyes tell me that you wish to die. But I am not merciful. I rape you again and again, stabbing you all over as I do so. Chunks of your skin are scattered everywhere. I eat them all. And I love it. After a while, I decide I've had enough pleasure. I look into your one good eye, and check your pulse. Still alive, but just barely. Minutes to live, if that. I lie you on your back, and, with a big smile on my face, place one of my heavy boots on your face. I step down. Harder...harder...feeling your nose breaking under it...I lift up, and I stomp. I laugh as I hear more bones breaking. Your face is unrecognizable now. It's just an assortment of chunks of skin, exposed bone, and blood. Blood is everywhere. I make one final large stomp, and my boot goes to the back of your skull. I can feel your brain at the toe of my boot. I lift my foot out and stare down at your body. We're not done yet. You're dead, but I'm not done yet. I go to a corner of the room and bring out a chainsaw. I use it to quickly amputate your arms and legs, and finally, your head. I use a smaller automatic blade to slice through the remainder of your skull and free your brain. You might think that's a trophy, but it's not. I throw it against he wall, stomp on it, and light it on fire. Then I eat what's left. I stash away your limbs in a large freezer for later consumption. I write a nice note on a spare piece of paper. It's a detailed explanation of how you did this to yourself. How you deserved it. How you were no good to anyone and I was doing the world a favor. How you lied and cheated and were a flaming homosexual to boot. I put the note in a nice envelope, addressed to your parents. I stuff what's left of you in a cardboard box. I put the note on top of your corpse. I package the box nicely and have it sent to your parents' loving address. They find your corpse and shrug it off, because they didn't want you anyway. They decide to kill themselves just for the hell of it a few months later, but not before coming to me and thanking me with sexual gratitude. I tell them that I'm only doing my my job.

And I live happily ever after.

Deja intercourse ing vu

[bluaki]

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

[spoiler]I quietly sneak into your house in the dark and knock you out as you sleep with a heavy club, then I stuff you in a sack and take you back to my hideout. I dump you out of the sack, tie you to a chair, and wait for you to wake up. As soon as you do so, I slap you. You stutter, and yell, and I slap you again. I light up a cigar as you ninny and moan, and then I put it out in your left eye, effectively blinding you in that eye. You cry. You scream. I kick your shins. You can't do anything about it. I slap you again and again. I take out a switchblade and slowly cut off your ears. I make sure to do so as slowly as possibly, allowing you to agonize through the feeling of your ears being seperated from your head. I pour gasoline in your hair. I throw a lit match into it. I watch in pleasure and laugh heartily as your hair ignites and the top of your head is scalded. I put it out before it can burn anything else on your head. I slap you again. I untie you from the chair and force you on your knees. I tell you to suck my cock. You refuse. I slap you again. I keep slapping you and you still refuse. So I take out that nice switchblade again and you see it, and then you accept. You gag on my dick as I thrust it into your throat. You vomit repeatedly and the lining of your throat tears, blood spurting from your mouth when I finally pull out. I blow my load all over your face. You fall over, laying there on your side in a fetal position, hurt and abused. You cry pathetically, like a lost child. I kick you in the gut and you vomit again, this time with more blood. I tell you we're not done yet, and I force you on your knees again. You try to protest, but you can't. You don't have the energy to do anything but take it and suffer. I force you on all fours. I get behind you, on my knees. I roughly push my dick into your virgin ass. I rip into you and you bleed again. I grab your throat as I thrust harder into you, effectively choking you nearly to death as you cry from the pain all over your body. You are nothing now. You've been humiliated beyond comprehension. You're mine. But I don't want that. I only like the fresh ones. So, while my orgasm is at its peak, I reach under you and make a long slice across your belly with a dagger from my belt, allowing your innards to spill out across the floor. I slice through them, cutting apart everything I see, starting with your exposed large intestine. I lift up a piece of it and nibble delicately on it, allowing the acidity to burn my lips. I smile. You are in utter shock, unable to speak, slowly dying. Your eyes tell me that you wish to die. But I am not merciful. I rape you again and again, stabbing you all over as I do so. Chunks of your skin are scattered everywhere. I eat them all. And I love it. After a while, I decide I've had enough pleasure. I look into your one good eye, and check your pulse. Still alive, but just barely. Minutes to live, if that. I lie you on your back, and, with a big smile on my face, place one of my heavy boots on your face. I step down. Harder...harder...feeling your nose breaking under it...I lift up, and I stomp. I laugh as I hear more bones breaking. Your face is unrecognizable now. It's just an assortment of chunks of skin, exposed bone, and blood. Blood is everywhere. I make one final large stomp, and my boot goes to the back of your skull. I can feel your brain at the toe of my boot. I lift my foot out and stare down at your body. We're not done yet. You're dead, but I'm not done yet. I go to a corner of the room and bring out a chainsaw. I use it to quickly amputate your arms and legs, and finally, your head. I use a smaller automatic blade to slice through the remainder of your skull and free your brain. You might think that's a trophy, but it's not. I throw it against he wall, stomp on it, and light it on fire. Then I eat what's left. I stash away your limbs in a large freezer for later consumption. I write a nice note on a spare piece of paper. It's a detailed explanation of how you did this to yourself. How you deserved it. How you were no good to anyone and I was doing the world a favor. How you lied and cheated and were a flaming homosexual to boot. I put the note in a nice envelope, addressed to your parents. I stuff what's left of you in a cardboard box. I put the note on top of your corpse. I package the box nicely and have it sent to your parents' loving address. They find your corpse and shrug it off, because they didn't want you anyway. They decide to kill themselves just for the hell of it a few months later, but not before coming to me and thanking me with sexual gratitude. I tell them that I'm only doing my my job.[/spoiler]

And I live happily ever after.

That's mean :(

Also, tl;dr

[Kaz]

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

[spoiler]I quietly sneak into your house in the dark and knock you out as you sleep with a heavy club, then I stuff you in a sack and take you back to my hideout. I dump you out of the sack, tie you to a chair, and wait for you to wake up. As soon as you do so, I slap you. You stutter, and yell, and I slap you again. I light up a cigar as you ninny and moan, and then I put it out in your left eye, effectively blinding you in that eye. You cry. You scream. I kick your shins. You can't do anything about it. I slap you again and again. I take out a switchblade and slowly cut off your ears. I make sure to do so as slowly as possibly, allowing you to agonize through the feeling of your ears being seperated from your head. I pour gasoline in your hair. I throw a lit match into it. I watch in pleasure and laugh heartily as your hair ignites and the top of your head is scalded. I put it out before it can burn anything else on your head. I slap you again. I untie you from the chair and force you on your knees. I tell you to suck my cock. You refuse. I slap you again. I keep slapping you and you still refuse. So I take out that nice switchblade again and you see it, and then you accept. You gag on my dick as I thrust it into your throat. You vomit repeatedly and the lining of your throat tears, blood spurting from your mouth when I finally pull out. I blow my load all over your face. You fall over, laying there on your side in a fetal position, hurt and abused. You cry pathetically, like a lost child. I kick you in the gut and you vomit again, this time with more blood. I tell you we're not done yet, and I force you on your knees again. You try to protest, but you can't. You don't have the energy to do anything but take it and suffer. I force you on all fours. I get behind you, on my knees. I roughly push my dick into your virgin ass. I rip into you and you bleed again. I grab your throat as I thrust harder into you, effectively choking you nearly to death as you cry from the pain all over your body. You are nothing now. You've been humiliated beyond comprehension. You're mine. But I don't want that. I only like the fresh ones. So, while my orgasm is at its peak, I reach under you and make a long slice across your belly with a dagger from my belt, allowing your innards to spill out across the floor. I slice through them, cutting apart everything I see, starting with your exposed large intestine. I lift up a piece of it and nibble delicately on it, allowing the acidity to burn my lips. I smile. You are in utter shock, unable to speak, slowly dying. Your eyes tell me that you wish to die. But I am not merciful. I rape you again and again, stabbing you all over as I do so. Chunks of your skin are scattered everywhere. I eat them all. And I love it. After a while, I decide I've had enough pleasure. I look into your one good eye, and check your pulse. Still alive, but just barely. Minutes to live, if that. I lie you on your back, and, with a big smile on my face, place one of my heavy boots on your face. I step down. Harder...harder...feeling your nose breaking under it...I lift up, and I stomp. I laugh as I hear more bones breaking. Your face is unrecognizable now. It's just an assortment of chunks of skin, exposed bone, and blood. Blood is everywhere. I make one final large stomp, and my boot goes to the back of your skull. I can feel your brain at the toe of my boot. I lift my foot out and stare down at your body. We're not done yet. You're dead, but I'm not done yet. I go to a corner of the room and bring out a chainsaw. I use it to quickly amputate your arms and legs, and finally, your head. I use a smaller automatic blade to slice through the remainder of your skull and free your brain. You might think that's a trophy, but it's not. I throw it against he wall, stomp on it, and light it on fire. Then I eat what's left. I stash away your limbs in a large freezer for later consumption. I write a nice note on a spare piece of paper. It's a detailed explanation of how you did this to yourself. How you deserved it. How you were no good to anyone and I was doing the world a favor. How you lied and cheated and were a flaming homosexual to boot. I put the note in a nice envelope, addressed to your parents. I stuff what's left of you in a cardboard box. I put the note on top of your corpse. I package the box nicely and have it sent to your parents' loving address. They find your corpse and shrug it off, because they didn't want you anyway. They decide to kill themselves just for the hell of it a few months later, but not before coming to me and thanking me with sexual gratitude. I tell them that I'm only doing my my job.[/spoiler]

And I live happily ever after.

That's mean :(

Also, tl;dr

READ IT

[Pixie]

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

I quietly sneak into your house in the dark and knock you out as you sleep with a heavy club, then I stuff you in a sack and take you back to my hideout. I dump you out of the sack, tie you to a chair, and wait for you to wake up. As soon as you do so, I slap you. You stutter, and yell, and I slap you again. I light up a cigar as you ninny and moan, and then I put it out in your left eye, effectively blinding you in that eye. You cry. You scream. I kick your shins. You can't do anything about it. I slap you again and again. I take out a switchblade and slowly cut off your ears. I make sure to do so as slowly as possibly, allowing you to agonize through the feeling of your ears being seperated from your head. I pour gasoline in your hair. I throw a lit match into it. I watch in pleasure and laugh heartily as your hair ignites and the top of your head is scalded. I put it out before it can burn anything else on your head. I slap you again. I untie you from the chair and force you on your knees. I tell you to suck my cock. You refuse. I slap you again. I keep slapping you and you still refuse. So I take out that nice switchblade again and you see it, and then you accept. You gag on my dick as I thrust it into your throat. You vomit repeatedly and the lining of your throat tears, blood spurting from your mouth when I finally pull out. I blow my load all over your face. You fall over, laying there on your side in a fetal position, hurt and abused. You cry pathetically, like a lost child. I kick you in the gut and you vomit again, this time with more blood. I tell you we're not done yet, and I force you on your knees again. You try to protest, but you can't. You don't have the energy to do anything but take it and suffer. I force you on all fours. I get behind you, on my knees. I roughly push my dick into your virgin ass. I rip into you and you bleed again. I grab your throat as I thrust harder into you, effectively choking you nearly to death as you cry from the pain all over your body. You are nothing now. You've been humiliated beyond comprehension. You're mine. But I don't want that. I only like the fresh ones. So, while my orgasm is at its peak, I reach under you and make a long slice across your belly with a dagger from my belt, allowing your innards to spill out across the floor. I slice through them, cutting apart everything I see, starting with your exposed large intestine. I lift up a piece of it and nibble delicately on it, allowing the acidity to burn my lips. I smile. You are in utter shock, unable to speak, slowly dying. Your eyes tell me that you wish to die. But I am not merciful. I rape you again and again, stabbing you all over as I do so. Chunks of your skin are scattered everywhere. I eat them all. And I love it. After a while, I decide I've had enough pleasure. I look into your one good eye, and check your pulse. Still alive, but just barely. Minutes to live, if that. I lie you on your back, and, with a big smile on my face, place one of my heavy boots on your face. I step down. Harder...harder...feeling your nose breaking under it...I lift up, and I stomp. I laugh as I hear more bones breaking. Your face is unrecognizable now. It's just an assortment of chunks of skin, exposed bone, and blood. Blood is everywhere. I make one final large stomp, and my boot goes to the back of your skull. I can feel your brain at the toe of my boot. I lift my foot out and stare down at your body. We're not done yet. You're dead, but I'm not done yet. I go to a corner of the room and bring out a chainsaw. I use it to quickly amputate your arms and legs, and finally, your head. I use a smaller automatic blade to slice through the remainder of your skull and free your brain. You might think that's a trophy, but it's not. I throw it against he wall, stomp on it, and light it on fire. Then I eat what's left. I stash away your limbs in a large freezer for later consumption. I write a nice note on a spare piece of paper. It's a detailed explanation of how you did this to yourself. How you deserved it. How you were no good to anyone and I was doing the world a favor. How you lied and cheated and were a flaming homosexual to boot. I put the note in a nice envelope, addressed to your parents. I stuff what's left of you in a cardboard box. I put the note on top of your corpse. I package the box nicely and have it sent to your parents' loving address. They find your corpse and shrug it off, because they didn't want you anyway. They decide to kill themselves just for the hell of it a few months later, but not before coming to me and thanking me with sexual gratitude. I tell them that I'm only doing my my job.

And I live happily ever after.

I came.

[Kat95]

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

[spoiler]I quietly sneak into your house in the dark and knock you out as you sleep with a heavy club, then I stuff you in a sack and take you back to my hideout. I dump you out of the sack, tie you to a chair, and wait for you to wake up. As soon as you do so, I slap you. You stutter, and yell, and I slap you again. I light up a cigar as you ninny and moan, and then I put it out in your left eye, effectively blinding you in that eye. You cry. You scream. I kick your shins. You can't do anything about it. I slap you again and again. I take out a switchblade and slowly cut off your ears. I make sure to do so as slowly as possibly, allowing you to agonize through the feeling of your ears being seperated from your head. I pour gasoline in your hair. I throw a lit match into it. I watch in pleasure and laugh heartily as your hair ignites and the top of your head is scalded. I put it out before it can burn anything else on your head. I slap you again. I untie you from the chair and force you on your knees. I tell you to suck my cock. You refuse. I slap you again. I keep slapping you and you still refuse. So I take out that nice switchblade again and you see it, and then you accept. You gag on my dick as I thrust it into your throat. You vomit repeatedly and the lining of your throat tears, blood spurting from your mouth when I finally pull out. I blow my load all over your face. You fall over, laying there on your side in a fetal position, hurt and abused. You cry pathetically, like a lost child. I kick you in the gut and you vomit again, this time with more blood. I tell you we're not done yet, and I force you on your knees again. You try to protest, but you can't. You don't have the energy to do anything but take it and suffer. I force you on all fours. I get behind you, on my knees. I roughly push my dick into your virgin ass. I rip into you and you bleed again. I grab your throat as I thrust harder into you, effectively choking you nearly to death as you cry from the pain all over your body. You are nothing now. You've been humiliated beyond comprehension. You're mine. But I don't want that. I only like the fresh ones. So, while my orgasm is at its peak, I reach under you and make a long slice across your belly with a dagger from my belt, allowing your innards to spill out across the floor. I slice through them, cutting apart everything I see, starting with your exposed large intestine. I lift up a piece of it and nibble delicately on it, allowing the acidity to burn my lips. I smile. You are in utter shock, unable to speak, slowly dying. Your eyes tell me that you wish to die. But I am not merciful. I rape you again and again, stabbing you all over as I do so. Chunks of your skin are scattered everywhere. I eat them all. And I love it. After a while, I decide I've had enough pleasure. I look into your one good eye, and check your pulse. Still alive, but just barely. Minutes to live, if that. I lie you on your back, and, with a big smile on my face, place one of my heavy boots on your face. I step down. Harder...harder...feeling your nose breaking under it...I lift up, and I stomp. I laugh as I hear more bones breaking. Your face is unrecognizable now. It's just an assortment of chunks of skin, exposed bone, and blood. Blood is everywhere. I make one final large stomp, and my boot goes to the back of your skull. I can feel your brain at the toe of my boot. I lift my foot out and stare down at your body. We're not done yet. You're dead, but I'm not done yet. I go to a corner of the room and bring out a chainsaw. I use it to quickly amputate your arms and legs, and finally, your head. I use a smaller automatic blade to slice through the remainder of your skull and free your brain. You might think that's a trophy, but it's not. I throw it against he wall, stomp on it, and light it on fire. Then I eat what's left. I stash away your limbs in a large freezer for later consumption. I write a nice note on a spare piece of paper. It's a detailed explanation of how you did this to yourself. How you deserved it. How you were no good to anyone and I was doing the world a favor. How you lied and cheated and were a flaming homosexual to boot. I put the note in a nice envelope, addressed to your parents. I stuff what's left of you in a cardboard box. I put the note on top of your corpse. I package the box nicely and have it sent to your parents' loving address. They find your corpse and shrug it off, because they didn't want you anyway. They decide to kill themselves just for the hell of it a few months later, but not before coming to me and thanking me with sexual gratitude. I tell them that I'm only doing my my job.[/spoiler]

And I live happily ever after.

That's mean :(

Also, tl;dr

READ IT

I so wont be reading that wall ill just sleep *falls asleep*

[Pixie]

You know, I'm actually a pretty intelligent person.  So please dont take me as a retarded whore.  I'm currently studying for law school.  And I plan to live a successful life. :robothappy:

I'm supposed to be impressed?

Where the intercourse  did you come from?

I COME FROM HELL.

There we go.

OLOL TAHT SO not funny.

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

Your own.

* Blaziken sticks the cup down your throat

* Pixie types nerdy like blaziken

[えっちーせんぱい]

You know, I'm actually a pretty intelligent person.  So please dont take me as a retarded whore.  I'm currently studying for law school.  And I plan to live a successful life. :robothappy:

I'm supposed to be impressed?

Where the intercourse  did you come from?

I COME FROM HELL.

There we go.

OLOL TAHT SO not funny.

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

Your own.

* Blaziken sticks the cup down your throat

* Pixie types nerdy like blaziken

* Blaziken hacks your computer, steals all of the personal informationm off of it, then formats all of the drives connected to it, then sets it on fire

[Kat95]

You know, I'm actually a pretty intelligent person.  So please dont take me as a retarded whore.  I'm currently studying for law school.  And I plan to live a successful life. :robothappy:

I'm supposed to be impressed?

Where the intercourse  did you come from?

I COME FROM HELL.

There we go.

OLOL TAHT SO not funny.

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

Your own.

* Blaziken sticks the cup down your throat

* Pixie types nerdy like blaziken

* Kat95 knows blaziken will die in seven days

[Pixie]

You know, I'm actually a pretty intelligent person.  So please dont take me as a retarded whore.  I'm currently studying for law school.  And I plan to live a successful life. :robothappy:

I'm supposed to be impressed?

Where the intercourse  did you come from?

I COME FROM HELL.

There we go.

OLOL TAHT SO not funny.

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

Your own.

* Blaziken sticks the cup down your throat

* Pixie types nerdy like blaziken

* Blaziken hacks your computer, steals all of the personal informationm off of it, then formats all of the drives connected to it, then sets it on fire

Pixie blocks your attempt

lol failure

[Mystic]

Blaze, quit flirting.

[Kat95]

Blaze, quit flirting.

*ooos and awwws are heard I am offstage holding a remote* Heheheh I love this thing.

[えっちーせんぱい]

You know, I'm actually a pretty intelligent person.  So please dont take me as a retarded whore.  I'm currently studying for law school.  And I plan to live a successful life. :robothappy:

I'm supposed to be impressed?

Where the intercourse  did you come from?

I COME FROM HELL.

There we go.

OLOL TAHT SO not funny.

i poisoned someone's coffee

guess whos teehee =^o^=

Your own.

* Blaziken sticks the cup down your throat

* Pixie types nerdy like blaziken

* Blaziken hacks your computer, steals all of the personal informationm off of it, then formats all of the drives connected to it, then sets it on fire

Pixie blocks your attempt

lol failure

It wasn't an attempt, it was a succeeded  command.

Blaze, quit flirting.

I'm not flirting.

[Pixie]

Go play DDR :|