~grominatrix

Awww...

Psh, that's just a matter of opinion. Plus you haven't tried it yet!

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You certainly won't find it here ):

Nah, I can't do that. You're much more fun when you're all in one piece.

Awww... well that's no fun... cheating me out of an attrociously nasty experience... how could you!? I had some tubgirl plans lined up too... *sigh* Where will I ever find myself a tubgirl?

Actually, I'd say you should definitely use my arms and legs as whatever those metal bars that people stick onto their wheels are called, then mount my head (adorned with a viking helmet for effect) atop your handlebars.

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I didn't say that it was going to be a used tampon! And no, that wouldn't earn you your red wings. I'm not especially game to help you earn them, either.

Of course! True love means chainsaws. Nothing says 'Always and Forever' like your arm mounted on the hood of my car (or pimpcycle, in this case.)

Well, that's not really chicken menstruation, is it? Regardless, I'm game. Time to earn my red wings in the most original of fashions! (Actually, would that even count as earning my red wings?)

Awww... thanks. You know it's true love when someone doesn't rush to meet you with a pitchfork after reading something that attrocious!

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No, thank YOU.

That's what you say now, but wait until I stick a tampon in your eggs next time.

Bad poetry? Oh Noetry! But in spite of it, I love you too.

Ohhhh.... So THAT'S where you got the scrambled chicken menstruation from...
You still won't get my eggs though

And to conclude this message, I still love you.
(Whee! Whee!
Let's all shout with glee
At public online announcements
of affectionate attachment.

This has been a shitty excuse for a poem randomly thought up by someone who should really not write poetry. Feel free to return to your regular lives and completely ignore that abomination.)

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Thanks!

Hey! You were right, Somthing Positive is awesome. It also has an archive that may take me several years to read. I want a boneless cat...

By the way, have I mentioned that I love you?

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WHAT IS ICELAND? PERHAPS AN ARCTIC REGION
SLIGHTLY SMALLER
THEN KENTUCKY?

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I AAM BJOOOOORK
AND I LIIIIVE IN IIICELAAAAAND

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lmao

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Actualy, that's what I'd love to be

but it's not a joke, those need to be executed perfectly.
kidding doesn't have to be.

It was in a poorly executed fashion.

i was kidding.

You could be a storybook illustrator or something.

Oh, you mean telling me of your bear wrestling? You mentioned killing bears, not fighting them. And you said nothing of your wounds being related to bears.

And who ever said that I'm a lady?

"...at least you'll be very fit by the end of the summer, so that's good, right? And you can always tell the ladies that the wounds are from your daring career as a professional bear wrestler."
and it didn't work, dang.

What are you talking about?

i've told you all of those things all ready >.>

I would MUCH rather do that than my current job (which is rather mundane in comparison, I'm a cashier). I applied as a stocker but I guess they figured I wouldn't be able to handle it, what with me having a vagina and all.

But, you know, at least you'll be very fit by the end of the summer, so that's good, right? And you can always tell the ladies that the wounds are from your daring career as a professional bear wrestler.