7:13 A.M.
7:13 A.M.
My sense of humor can be summarized with one joke: Q: Why does 6 hate 7? A: Because 7 8 out 9.
I'll be returning to the saga here in a few weeks. I'm currently on a comp that doesn't allow me the ability to make movies.<br /><br />I'm quite hopeful that eventually, I'll be learning Flash and the shitty quality will improve...though to be honest I think that's part of the charm.<br /><br />So, that's it. Take care and enjoy the column on Sunday.<br /><br />-Gaudio
Seven steps to turn a regular party into a straight female slobberfest, including the sure-fire technique for inducing repeat girl-on-girl kissing.
So, I'm obviously not drunk right now, but I figured I'd post this just for shits. Yeah. I don't think I'm going to reread it either.
You pick the less desirable scenario: completely unexpected, highly-visible hard-ons; or totally controllable, scheduled leakage?
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Die, You Fucking English Major Bitches
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