in my pants
wAIT NO—
Well, that’d be jus’ a waste. Why would ya want to deprive the world of such anomaly as yourself?https://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Not_as_bad_as in my pants.
Mankind is unloveable. No more kindness!Scribblenauts Unlimited in my pants
Leon shoves Zipperbelt in a giant microwave to interrogate her, but they can't hear each other and Zipperbelt explodes. in my pants
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"Leftover items still have value!"And they were roommates in my pants
Well, that’d be jus’ a waste. Why would ya want to deprive the world of such anomaly as yourself?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6n3pFFPSlW4 in my pants
Oh my god, they were roommates...
Edited by TabbyGirl4 on Feb 14th 2019 at 7:48:15 AM
"I'm Mary Poppins, Y'all!" - Yondu,2017a in my pants
“Now! Let us engage in the art of deduction!”https://www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/54897346/safety-cone-pylon-plush in my pants
"Leftover items still have value!"Vraag martin naar fietslamp en band in my pants
Somehow this feels… weird. I mean, they look like you put an armor in a already bullet proof guy. in my pants
If there's a book you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. Toni MorrisonDo you know what the definition of insanity is? in my pants.
What a way to describe a bladderstone.
Edited by casioonaplasticbeach on Feb 18th 2019 at 1:33:40 PM
Attack of the Killer/50-foot X - IN MY PANTS
Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney in my pants
"Leftover items still have value!"Archie: in my pants.
- [x] Tribute Registration and Death History (recreate Reaping to correct names and title)
- [x] Data Gathering
- [x] Season Reading
- [x] Tribute Data (categorize Yu-Gi-Oh! tributes in their respective debut animes)
- [x] Medium and Work Data
- [x] Player Data
- [x] Season Data
- [x] Hall of Fame Update
...in my pants.
My OG HGS Database checklist.
Edited by TroperNo9001 on Feb 23rd 2019 at 5:22:23 PM
Rancis may look like a party on the outside, but he's all business on the inside. He has bright eyes and even brighter ideas...I wake up at night to the sounds of people walking to the club. It's 11 am and the air is covered with a misty fog. The sky is colored a shade of midnight blue, and the only sound is the crowded ambience. I get up, pushing the covers the highest i go. I sit on my bed, unable to really see anything. I stand up and walk to the door, my vision getting better as i go. I open the door, turn the handle, step back, enter the other room, all that stuff. I enter the living room, open the door, blah blah blah. The sky outside is getting darker, I should go quick. There's one word I can describe the streets, and that word is graffiti. The city is full of these, characters, symbols, drawing, words, really, anything. I walk the crowded streets, looking at the drawings on the wall, with my hands in my pockets. But, I see the drawing of a stick figure move. It moved an inch, but I saw. I blinked, but it was still there. I wasn't hallucinating, I'm sure. I hear a voice: - Let's go, drawings The stick figure was moving his mouth, and he didn't see me. Nor did the other ones see me. They moved, and I tried to stay as silent as I could. I followed them, but it seems they heard me. I think because of what they said: -Guys, I hear something Huh, normal. They kept walking, but this time I walked on the very tip of my toes, silent as a mouse. The place they went was what seemed to be an abandoned part of the city. It looked like an inhospitable, barren wasteland, there were collapsed houses, drawn on tanks and military weapons, and sand. Suddenly, I see a sign. The sign seems to say " Parsfield Military Boot Camp ". The drawings cheered, and the other graffiti in the camp become alive. I want to introduce myself so badly, but they probably won't recognize me. I try anyway: - Uh, hello, drawings I introduce myself, like I said in the other line. - Huh? They look up and see me. - Oh, hi! You followed us here to meet our drawing friends, did you? The stick figure drawing (which from now on, I'm gonna call the leader of the drawings) greets me by grabbing a spray can (that was drawn, for some reason), painting a fedora, and tipping it at me. I might become friends with them. Eh, who knows. I say, looking at my watch - Uh, sorry, it's 12 am on my watch, gotta go! The drawings looked upset, but, I had to go. - Hope we become friends soon! They smiled, and waved goodbye in my pants
I'd give my life for just one message. Just an "it's OK" or an "I don't hate you". I feel like the worst person ever right now. Spent pretty much everything on myself and never thought once that she might need something. If she no longer wants to be friends then that's fine too... I plan to die alone anyway. A stupid, selfish bitch like me doesn't deserve someone as wonderful as her. in my pants
...um. Wow. OK. In my defense I was in a pretty morbid state of mind when I wrote that... the "in my pants" just kinda kills it.
Edited by ReikoKazama on Feb 23rd 2019 at 10:55:17 PM
FC: SW-1445-0294-1719/PSN: TekkenGirl4Lyfe/Currently playing: Fire Emblem: The Blazing BladeJourney to the Center of the Earth in my pant.
What a grand and intoxicating innocence! How could you be so naive in my pants?
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She/they. Hirrus Clutumnus is my comfort characterin my pants.
Mankind is unloveable. No more kindness!Your avatar has been transported to the world of the above TV show in my pants!
Rancis may look like a party on the outside, but he's all business on the inside. He has bright eyes and even brighter ideas.../Ominous Visual Glitch in my pants
"Leftover items still have value!"Ludwig Wittegenstein in my pants
No, Luddie, I don't like you like that.
(Player 1) scolds (Player 2) for eating sushi with chopsticks. (Player 2) responds by impaling (him/her1) with the chopsticks in my pants.
Ouch.
Rancis may look like a party on the outside, but he's all business on the inside. He has bright eyes and even brighter ideas...