Originally Posted by Lunarweaver I want nothing more than to be the bitch that follows around Al-Cid and holds his sunglasses. It's my dream career :sad:. I don't usually take in new members on such short notice, however if you can prove to Al Diango that you are able to bring forth his sunglasses and at the same time resist his dashing nude chest then I will take you in as my bitc err Servant.
My funeral will be a lesson in masculinity. :] Now I can die in pieces.
'It's Raining Men!'
I vow to perform "You Think You're a Man" at your funeral, Mr. Rantzien. Karaoke is the ultimate form of expression.
I have? Are you saying... I'm dying? D:
Rantzien has already got a head start.
I'm not sure how to feel about all this, so I'll just be cynical as usual and tell everybody to kill themselves.
You hawt piece of steak and whatnot. SMECKSAY
I secretly have no pants on in any of those. But it's my bathroom, so that's allowed.