How often do you flaunt, brag, tease, badger, tout, or boast when you know you got it?
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How often do you flaunt, brag, tease, badger, tout, or boast when you know you got it?
Aww! Is "lick my Pocky" too perverted? =O
No, but I didn't like it, and it wouldn't fit anyway. :monster:
I'm the most modest man in the world.
Every damn day. False modesty is transparent.
I'll decide when I get it.
Depends what mood I'm in!
Well, depending on what "it" is, I don't for two reasons. No one likes a show-off, and if you flaunt it and it's a tangible item that one would want, it might get stolen! :Eek:
Or devalued.
derail
sup former GM from beyond RO i haven't seen you in like seven years 8-)
OOC: bRO? Holy f*@%, that seems like ages ago, now. Those were the days, man, those were the days...
sometimes. I don't have a lot to flaunt though. :\
Jk I really do I just don't feel like doing it.
I do it in that horrible sneaky way that's totally obvious ._.
I am trying to stop doing that though, because I hate it when other people do xD
I don't think you won Murder's heart, Cupcake.
I talk about myself all the time. Except when I don't feel like it. That means you should be talking about me.
I don't even know what that last option means. Anyway, if you really wanted to be Del Cupcake, all you had to do was ask.
I love flattery.
I brag all the time the question is, when I am bragging all the time, am I serious or not?
But Sir Cupcake, Del is not a sheriff. He's an enforcer. :cactuar:
I don't flaunt on purpose. >.> I'm really modest and hate making others feel bad because of what I did.
Whatever you want it to mean baby.Quote:
Originally Posted by Del Murder
Ask Momiji how often I brag about my genius. Really, he's the only person who would even have a shot of being able to describe how frequently I employ self-exaltation.
God complex times infinity plus one.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tavrobel
Plus one Moogle hat!
I walked around topless on Halloween 2008. The word 'shameless' has no effect on me.
What was this thread about? There's a mirror in my room and I'm distracted.
As soon as I brag, something contradicts it. :\
Great. Keep doing that, and all you need to do now is to grow a pair of boobs, be a girl, be hot, and stop using the internet.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pureghetto
I'm not sure, but I think that may be almost as bad as Dr. House.Quote:
Originally Posted by MomijiGod complex times infinity plus one.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tavrobel
He does have painkiller issues. :pQuote:
Originally Posted by VærnI'm not sure, but I think that may be almost as bad as Dr. House.Quote:
Originally Posted by MomijiGod complex times infinity plus one.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tavrobel
We can only how he doesn't get a medical license...Quote:
Originally Posted by MomijiHe does have painkiller issues. :pQuote:
Originally Posted by VærnI'm not sure, but I think that may be almost as bad as Dr. House.Quote:
Originally Posted by MomijiGod complex times infinity plus one.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tavrobel
A) that would imply that I have painkillers available for abuseQuote:
Originally Posted by Momiji
B) painkillers improve my charm when ladies are involved by a factor of at least five
C) I'm not ever wrong, and House is willing to admit that his ideas are wrong
D) painkillers are delicious cake, I must lick and eat them
E) I'm not stupid enough to forge my friend's signature
all the time. I know I'm hot :bou::bou::bou::bou:.
Depends on wheither I'm proud of it or not.
I don't do it to make people feel bad, I just want them to think I'm as awesome as I do :D
I don't boast often though, mostly because I have nothing to boast about. But I hate when people do it to me, so I try and be nice.
If I'm in the mood for it, which doesn't happen often. Usually I'm cba about it :monster:
It's pretty much constant, seeing as my very existence is an advertisement of my giant win.
Don't count on me to be the most sane person when it comes to "Boasting When You Got the Chance."
When I got straight A's, I danced until I lost a pound, jumped from the TV to my couch (about 3 meters), threw my backpack at my wall, and I slapped the report card paper into someone's face (I didn't quite recognize who it was because I was so excited. That or I was on crack) and yelled, "IN YA' FACE BIAT-," It was my sister.