| The ironing is delicious. |
[Mar. 13th, 2008|07:47 pm]
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[ BB whispers, "Heya" to you. ]
[ You whisper "[Heya.]" to BB. ]
[ BB whispers, "I don't think they are enjoying it and if they are, then they are just as pathetic as you. If mean if you have to go on the internet to actually get fucked, then I deeply feel for you, because you must be an ugly fat-ass. And I don't see why I should waste my energy putting you ignorany bafoons on ignore when you should have the good common curdacy to take it to whispers." to you. ]
[ BB whispers, "Ignore that! xD" to you. ]
[ You whisper "...Fair enough. O_o" to BB. ]
[ BB whispers, "Completely ignore that! xD" to you. ]
[ BB whispers, "I am so sorry, it was sent to you on accident. I am getting annoyed with some idiots having their little e-sex fest in public, where mostly everyone doesn't want to read it." to you. ]
(You see BB.)
> Bunny sauntered through the halls of the high school, hips swaying side to side as she walked. Her top was part of a male school uniform, though it fit her well; it was two sizes too small, tight around her chest, the first few buttons open to show ample cleavage. The bottom of the shirt came down just below her ribs. Plaid, pleated school-girl skirt sat on her wide hips, short and as revealing as the top ... a thong was visible beneath. On her feet, a pair of black stiletto heels. A lump to be seen in the girl's school uniform. Herm, Lesbian
[ BB whispers, "But anyway, how are you?" to you. ]
[ You whisper "Heheh, it's alright..." to BB. ]
[ You whisper "Enjoying the ironing. It is delicious." to BB. ] |
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