Would anyone want to bang you? by phobia
Name:
Favorite Food:
Wants to Bang you:
This many times:	143
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Then I thought, am I sure about that? Maybe sushi isn’t my favourite food. I mean it wasn’t the first thing that popped into my head. Nothing jumped at me. I just picked sushi because at points in my life I really liked sushi. I like sushi more than, say, headcheese, or internal organ sausages. But, if it came down to a fight to the death between sushi and tom yam kum, which would I bet on? So I went with a question mark.

Would anyone want to bang you? by phobia
Name:
Favorite Food:
Wants to Bang you:
This many times:	221
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Now when Trent and I are cheating on each other with various celebrities, do mine all have to be cartoon characters?

Your Husband Generator by Lady_Galadriel
Name
Your Husband Is
You Met	in an underwear shop
You Have	0 children but 7 pets
You Live	poland
In	a country house
You And Your Partner Are Best Known For	often having affairs with other various celebrities
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I like.

The government is up to something.

(Sorry, I was having problems with my computer and couldn’t make them lighter.)

(Sorry, I was having problems with my computer and couldn’t make them lighter.)

Crenguţă still bites. She hasn’t punctured skin in a while but delivers, nevertheless, painfully painful bites.

As I begin pondering assassination attempts, I am reminded not to go the Viktor Yushchenko route: “hamsters [can] absorb 1,000 times as much dioxin before emitting their last squeals.”

She trains like Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2 and, quite frankly, we are concerned that she is up to something.

Recently she’s taken up alpine horn music lessons. The song of the asparagus wakes us up every night.

Spider bites and necrosis! The morbid monster in me delights at the thought of the brown recluse spider. Though I am happy-happy that I don’t live anywhere near this horrid creature.

The grossest photos you will see in a while.

(Thanks to Rurality)

Today, I and I alone discovered a new haunting. No one except me and my informer know of it.

The building is in shambles, though my informer works on renovations as he procures the funds. He replaced the flimsiest parts of the floor, though the walkway leading in still presents danger. When he got the place it was full of rat nest and lumps of dead rats. The children of one former tenant were too lazy to use the stairs so they cut a trapdoor into the floor and used a ladder to get down.

Rumour in those parts has it that the wood used to build the house came from a nineteenth century ship.

“Shall I tell you about the ghosts?” he asked me.

Shall he?! He doesn’t know who he’s talking to!

“Sometimes, I hear sounds that you don’t usually hear when you are alone in a house,” he said. Perhaps, he speculated, it was the captain of the lost ship.

He claims that he doesn’t believe in ghosts. He did add that he would like to shake hands with this ghost if it had a hooked claw replacing its hand.

This is the fifth haunted location in town and the seventh ghost.