katt_goddess

I'd put your stupid on Grinder and let the cameras roll as I walk away.

I had Full Throttle and some stale tostatos with French onion dip for breakfast.

>.< If your wife needs to borrow my bullwhip to fix you, that can be arranged. I got it through TSA once, I can do it again.

Piss off roach and take your flaccid squash emojis with you.

I don't have a FaceSpace account. So if you do get a friend request from anyone claiming to be me up to and including 'Katt's Wrist' , not me.

No way in hell, bacon boy. DON'T TRUST HIM! HE'LL PUT BACON IN EVERYTHING! After he wears it as a bacon dress. -.-;

That was my first thought when I saw this thread. I thought Choe finally found a girlfriend. Someone who would steal all his shoes.

Considering that the Earth is constantly and steadily revolving and with said turning each area experiences in sequence all the hours of the day; and since breakfast hours can consist of the times of ~4a - 11a [according to people getting off late shifts / opting for breakfast as their evening meal and the cut-off time for breakfast items at most fast food places] , Poptarts for 'breakfast' is a possible food at all times of the day because it's an acceptable 'breakfast hour' somewhere on the planet at all times. SCIENCE! Also

FYI, Photobucket now holds all previous account pics hostage and won't allow '3rd party hosting' unless you pay them $100. So if you can't see something from Photobucket, it's just as likely that they are messing with the links as Packard messing with the links.

Her self-esteem is going to go straight down the toilet the second someone yells 'Who wants to plow snow?'

No, I was responding to the dungeon hole at the end of the shoot. The dip at the end of the mega metal slide at my old school was epic. It added like an extra three feet of air time after leaving the slide. You had two choices : try to slow down so you could crawl off the slide on the side or just gut slam into the side of the pit and try to crawl out before the next kamikaze kid shot out. I think they would try to fill it in on the summer breaks but within a week it was a giant pit again.

I noticed....re-read my response.

#NEVERAGAIN

You post here. You're already on a list.

Quoted for f-ing truth. My mouf still hurts.

Dude....dude...dude.... no Bueno. Birthday balloons are associated mostly with little kid parties. That makes them underaged balloons.

Hey baby. I see by your profile that you have hair and small hands. I collect hair and need someone with small hands to find out how deep my bellybutton goes. So let's you hook up with the alpha doughboy. Meet you at McDonalds, your treat. Bring bus money because I'm already paying for the ticket there. Also, something about Megan's Law.

I want birthday cake now too. With good frosting, none of that fondant crap. Someone get on that. I don't feel like going anywhere.

Still reminds me of the ol' metal slide on the playground. Super tall, surprised that no one fell off the top and died, and a huge ass hole at the bottom from years of kids hitting the base at Mach 5. I think it was replaced years ago with one of those stupid plastic twister slides and regular pot hole maintenance.

I went and wandered B&N for a bit this afternoon and then went home, ate a grilled cheese and took a nap.

Getting me to make a FaceSpace account is exactly what the Russian pod-people want.

Whatever you call it, just don't forget the dancer's sling. Those hot pants forgive nothing and cut through everything.

Misty. Do eet.