Going through your character's sex lives is interesting. Until you realize that they're imaginary, and have been having sex inside your head. Then you feel dirty.
(Sandra Delete; BMB MB's)My roommate is Michael Stipe in drag!
(Molly; IRC)* Natlet smacks her brain. Stop it.
(Nat; IRC)Lance is not allowed to be cute. He is, however, allowed to be pornstarish.
(me; IRC)* Natlet listens to U2's "New York" and decides Bono and Edge finally went out and bought an apartment where they could fuck uninterrupted.
(Nat; IRC)We are so nuts. But it's fun!!
(Molly; IRC)And lookit the hair. And the clothes. I'd buy him just for the style tips.
(Nat, re a DavidMuse; IRC)Eww, XFL. For those people who can't get enough jiggle in their sports.
(Nette; IRC)Just clone me so I have someone to get along with.
(Stellar; AG)I love my boys like my cars...sleek, smooth, fast and convertable.
(Taylor; IRC)Don't you know it's bad to trust a sex toy that requires a wall outlet?
(Taylor; IRC)Oh, me and my delusions are having a blast playing strip poker with the flying pigs.
(me; email)
Please don't ask.
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