Believe me or ask Iri I'm pretty damn good I'm going with a 6 more than an 8 because I tend to err on the slender side of things but I'm pretty sure, get a tape measure and measure your waist and give me it (any system cm or inches) and I'll tell ya if I am right
yea you heard me, RAWR! i miss mary jane
my guess is a size 8 UK maybe a size 6 from the pictures I have seen.
you suck!
my waist is 31 inches (I'm inbetween sizes I know since all sizes in the UK are measured in 2 inch increments.) 31 inches means my waist is like 77.5cm so not too small (ok so average is 34 inches some 85cm) lol. My chest and shoulders are broad and my legs well shaped and toned, I probably need to put some upper arm muscle on but I tried that and gained very little even though I should have gained more I'm quite wiry built it seems there.
TEEEEEeEEEEEEEN HUT! -saluts-
Maybe I should have mentioned that the girl wasn't worth fighting over this with for two reasons, 1 I don't fight girls, 2 she had my mates against me in this meaning that I was doomed they'd have forced it on me like I explained and 3 the girl holds a 4th dan in jujitsu martial arts and could kick my ass in seconds even if I did fight back.
dear god, whats the difference :\
omg you're slightly homosexual arent you :\ another dong gone to waste :\ LOL i'm kidding! XD
I'm posting this here because you might like to read this and I figure I wanna give you another usernote. The corset story. This is totally true and as I remember it happened exactly this way. I used to have photographic evidence but have since cut off contact with the people I used to speak to as the group was bad for my mental health and physical health too. (I lost my photos of this in a computer error oh well shizz happens). I used to go clubbing with this girl called Hayleigha (we all called her H so I'll be referring to her as that now). H always wore corsets atleast before she got heavily drinking and was built like a twig, not exactly the prettiest girl in the club but a guy turning her down had a serious relationship going on or was mentally retarded. After talking with H about something one night in the club she hugged me and said "awww you're my little baby goth to raise in my image" (H was 4 years older than me) Now normally I knew better but was feeling sarcastic that night and came right back at her "well whats that then tight black trousers and corsets?" I knew as soon as I spoke I was too late and stupid. I wish I could have never said it but the look on her face was priceless. after about 20 seconds just staring at me with wonder at this gift she decided to act she quickly kissed me (that was the only time I ever got that level of affectionate treatment out of her that I remember hse was quite the sadist) and smiled more before saying "exactly...I'm putting you in a corset one night just you watch." I could have killed her right then but said nothing. After that she left me stewing a month I KNEW she would definitely do it just a case of when then she would do this to me. I went out as per usual and due to poor cheap student tactics had brought 6 cans of beer for £5 from the local shop to ease my drinking costs that night. Well I got to the area we all met before going in and drank when I noticed two of my mates who don't turn up early ever are there I thought this is strange...but oh well what the hell. I knew that it was that night when on arrival one of the guys takes my beers and declares "no drinks untill we get you inside. H's orders. Don't worry we all owe you a drink for this and you'll have no problems getting them either." So watching them give away my beers I sit there thinking "crap." Well we go in to the club and H turns up as usual fashionably late and is full of smiles. When she decided that she was putting me in the corset she simply declared that I remove my shirt (I always wore a T-shirt with a shirt open over the top) and give it to her, when she was wearing that she had me unlace the corset (yeah made me do the hard work on her corset so she could torture me...she was a sadist like I said) then once she had ordered me to remove the T-shirt or have it ripped from my body (which would have left me topless for the night I chose to remove it far easier my mates were never going to let me get outta this one now.) she strapped me in to this corset now I am not joking she was a UK size 8 that means her waist if UK sizes go up by 2 inches and a 12 is a 30" waist she had a 26 inches waist (65cm waist) normally I have a 31" waist so this is a considerable shrink already but then she got my mates to hold me upright and put her foot on my back and pulled the laces so tight I couldn't breathe, my body was crushed in to this corset so tight I appeared to have breasts...it hurt a lot. Once strapped in to the corset she had the staff of the club taking pictures all the damn time (we were good mates with the staff there) one picture showed the guy who worked in the cloakroom who was not particulary big with his hands around my waist, they met on both sides front and back of my waist. I was paraded around this night club for a few minutes in the corset having yet more pictures taken I was seeing the funny side of this and got right in to it posing with the girls and guys alike for pictures. I even got on a platform and danced to Dancing Queen with some of the people (nearly everyone knew me and H so this was no surprise to them). After the corset came off because it hurt me so much I was brought so many drinks it was awesome. And funny as hell too. just thought I would share. (btw this was during a point of time where I looked like tom green again)
