I don't know...that's a shifty look.
Rasputinian is a Vampire.Well, I don't think she could date a hat. That, and the brim is bent, which would bother her on the inside.
I'm in your fanfiction, correcting your spelling.No, Antimony Carver doesn't date horses
Life is like a game of Mahjong. Sometimes you need to take risks if you want to come out ahead.The red thumb has turned upside down!
So yes.
Yes. If by "date" you mean "glomp", and if by "glomp" you mean "stare at".
When I walk on the street counting my steps, magic keeps silent and reality stalks me....Possibly?
No one would want to date Pepsiman. He doesn't even have a face, and he's always running around in the nude. Whoops, misread.
Pepsiman wouldn't date anyone, he only has eyes for a certain carbonated beverage.
edited 5th Jul '11 3:57:11 AM by Slouch
No she wouldn't.
NO TREE FOR ME (ALSO LOVES HER BOYFRIEND)Probably not.
Sure.
Insert witty one-liner here.Probably not.
How would that even be possible?
Usually here.Highly unlikely.
You know what, he's cool, and he sounded nice.
Now using Trivialis handle.No. I Don't think he would like jail anyway.
Oh Lord, forgive the misprints! Andrew Bradford, American book-publisherWha? No! H-he looks kind of weird...
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."I kinda doubt it.
"No copyright law in the universe is going to stop me!" ~ Sonic The Hedgehog, Sonic ColoursOh yeah. He just loves burnt girls. Nice. And. Crispy...
edited 6th Jul '11 12:13:57 PM by PerfectltyABNormal
Oh Lord, forgive the misprints! Andrew Bradford, American book-publisherNo! H-he's still really w-weird...
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."I don't think he likes little girls. He's not that creepy.
Oh Lord, forgive the misprints! Andrew Bradford, American book-publisherNo she wouldn't.
NO TREE FOR ME (ALSO LOVES HER BOYFRIEND)She might be a bit too villainous for him. ._.
Hell Yeah!
Oh Lord, forgive the misprints! Andrew Bradford, American book-publisher
On the other hand, my avatar is monochromatic as well
When I walk on the street counting my steps, magic keeps silent and reality stalks me.