I can imagine him now, stroking his pet poodle on his sofa, tears welling up in his eyes - the orchestra crescendos, Apostle bawls softly, stroking the puppy, realizing what a wasted life he's led, knowing now that he'll never get those 30 years of virginity back. http://www.wordforge.net/showthread.php?t=82572
It's not any gayer than that time I humped your leg while we watched the Yo Yo Ma Sesamee Street bit, krieg. Don't act like it didn't happen either - we see your avatar. We know of your Sesame Street Love.
I'm glad you're glad! I was really worried you were going to kill yourself since your life sucks so much lately (I was hear some of the things that have been happening lately!), but now you have a reason to live!
Checked the thread...he's gay. And his use of sideways pictures confirmed it. They were taked from between some guys legs.
Yeah, you're right - my asshole is sexless. I guess I'm not a faggot like you. My asshole will remain sexless too!
The only thing gay about the Cello music that Apostle listens to is that it isn't performed by Madam Jacqueline Du Pre. I find The Yo-Yo's music lacking in emotion.
Actually, that was my leg. You promised you'd call the next day. You didn't. You forgot the Surprise Buttsecks variable. It can happen to anyone, at any time, without warning (hence, the "surprise" modifier.)
Not at all, no-ones rights have anything to do with the statistically increased probability that that photo gets you all hot and bothered.
Freud was a fraud who projected his own fears on others. Simply because someone doesn't like something it does not mean they are afraid of it. I hate clowns. I'm not afraid of them. I just want to use them for target practice. Listening to the opera Pagliacci makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. My belief that the only good clowns are crying or dead has nothing to do with fear.
