Lily's After Hours Club

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Just for Vail, I think my next Ava may be my boobs.

But Just for Vail.

So that means I'm gonna hafta be removing a few eyeballs. *Picks up the melon scooper from behind the bar and eyes the guys leerily*
 
Just for Vail, I think my next Ava may be my boobs.

But Just for Vail.

So that means I'm gonna hafta be removing a few eyeballs. *Picks up the melon scooper from behind the bar and eyes the guys leerily*

Or you could simply take off my glasses. I can see little more than colors at about five feet
 
Where'd you read that?
I didn't write that.

:p

*Smacks him in the ass and hops over the bar to hide*

*rubbing his ass* Yeah, you'd better run! You and your Joker fangirlism, and your catchy theme song in the signature, and your big, luscious, suckable breasts....

Er, yeah! *shakes fist*

I imagined you with a goatee.

Well I do have some light facial hair. Makes for a good scratching post when I have an itch on the back of my hand.

Not really. Just an ass.
*Glances at Eazy*
Hmmm.

Is he an EVIL ass, or just an ass?

I'm an ass of a whole other level baby.
 
I love how often this thread goes quiet after I respond in the middle of a posting spree.

You bastards.
 
Just for Vail, I think my next Ava may be my boobs.

But Just for Vail.

So that means I'm gonna hafta be removing a few eyeballs. *Picks up the melon scooper from behind the bar and eyes the guys leerily*

And tonight on..."When Message Boards Go Bad"
;)
 
What need you of hearts if there shall be no more of the smooching

I wouldn't need them, and thus they would self-destruct, leaving me bereft.

And while my need for them would be negligible, always and ever would their space remain devoid in my chest, and always my body and soul would wonder what that space had been for. In the wondering, there would be pain.
 
I wouldn't need them, and thus they would self-destruct, leaving me bereft.

And while my need for them would be negligible, always and ever would their space remain devoid in my chest, and always my body and soul would wonder what that space had been for. In the wondering, there would be pain.

a cave in your chest, occupants once adored now forgotten, the space left only for cobwebs and the tiniest tickles of memory, only enough the whisper loss.
What would you fill it with?
 
Anything with a wrecked computer just reminds me of UnseenMaiden lately. Go figure.
 
Heh. I don't know why, but for some strange reason a lot of people seem to see me as a blue eyed blond until I say otherwise. You are right that I could go for a little more sun and I'd recently cut my hair shorter, though. Also about my being a total cutie.

I have an odd tendency to imagine about... 90 percent of the guys I talk to on Lit. as tall, lanky guys that never get any sun. I dunno why.

I love how often this thread goes quiet after I respond in the middle of a posting spree.

You bastards.

Happens to me ALL the time.

Or I my post just gets ignored. *shrug*
 
I have an odd tendency to imagine about... 90 percent of the guys I talk to on Lit. as tall, lanky guys that never get any sun. I dunno why.



Happens to me ALL the time.

Or I my post just gets ignored. *shrug*

I get sun. I just don't go out and tan for it.
 
Um, the way I pictured Dragon is exactly how he looks!

Also, oreo get on yahoo. I need you to do a favor for me, please and thank you!
 
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