Oh, Cav, I'm not the sort of person who puts on a clean pair of underwear before kissing! They are clean already. My choices were the same as the ones that you listed, apart from 2 was 'use mouthwash and perfume,' and 3 'grab them and yank them towards you.'
And Kicky! You came to my class, dear; and whereas I wrote about what to do on the blackboard, you practised what you had learnt on a cabbage-patch doll. For shame to say anything else!
Gargamel; watch out in future. Keep your curtains closed at all times, and avoid making out at Zankou Chicken. I'm sure that KC is checking out a Little Rock phone directory as we speak.
dròm_et_rêve wrote:Oh, Cav, I'm not the sort of person who puts on a clean pair of underwear before kissing! They are clean already. My choices were the same as the ones that you listed, apart from 2 was 'use mouthwash and perfume,' and 3 'grab them and yank them towards you.'
Which just goes to show that like all dumbass internet quizzes, there are many ways to get to a useless analysis.
I think I may have to return to my plans to becoming an online psychic.
You know, we should make a higher level Internet quiz, which makes no sense to anyone. I bet that people would take it, and feel impressed.
Online psychic? I knew that you were going to say that. Perhaps your greatness has passed onto me. (Perhaps such an idea about 'passable psychicness' would be a wonderful sca.. sort of scheme. People pay £100, shake your hand, own the power. You question them as regards to what you are thinking, they say something random, you pretend to act scared and say 'that's EXACTLY what I was thinking.' Due to passing of word, we get £5,000 in a day, and we can't really be done for anything, because they consented to a no-money-back clause.
Sounds good. We should also include a clause stating that phrases such as "you are a fake/cheater/scam artist" and other like-minded personal insults are invalid.
Brilliant. In New-speak, none of those words would exist, anyway. And, if all else fails, we can write a book about it to pay for litigation costs.
dròm_et_rêve wrote:
Gargamel; watch out in future. Keep your curtains closed at all times, and avoid making out at Zankou Chicken. I'm sure that KC is checking out a Little Rock phone directory as we speak.
If only I lived in a bustling metropolis like Little Rock. I'm not that lucky.
If Kicky wants to watch, he can find us at Waffle House.
It it is guaranteed hot action--this pitcher of mine is hung like Clydesdale. You can't see it in the picture, because it is attached to my back.
Oh yeah!
O, Gargamel. You could have, at least, charged him £23. But, what is your sister? A carton of cranberry juice?
My sister is a tall glass of Tang.
We all need a little Tang from time to time.
You are a sick dude Garagamel.
