Live Sound Engineer Please...
or...
or....
OPTIMUS PRIME =D?
 What do you wanna be when you grow up?
 What do you wanna be when you grow up?
					
				Live Sound Engineer Please...
or...
or....
OPTIMUS PRIME =D?
If I turn my back I'm defenceless, and to go blindly seems senseless.
 
			
			 
					
						 
					
				
			
			
			
				 
			
			 
			
				 
 
					
				I want to be a Social Worker!
 
			
			 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
				
			
			
			
				 
			
			 
			
				 
 
					
				A daddy! :quin:
Eventually.
 
 
					
				The one to whom you kneel.
No.
The one to whom you plead.
No.
The one whom you can't resist despite being told you have amazing restraint.
No.
Your unquestionable lord and master.
No.
Your father's brother's uncle's cousin's sister's former roommate's shadow's mirror image of another cousin twice removed.
Hell . . . no.
Maybe:
No.
Just give me money and tell me you love me.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
 
			
			 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
				
			
			
			
				 
			
			 
			
				 
 
					
				Whoreor just an english and german teacher

 
 
					
				Retired and living without working. Yay.
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				A blitzball!
Phew, just in time.
there was a picture here
 
 
					
				An actress! xD
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