What would be the perfect day out for you?
GO.
THE KEY TO YOUR HEART~
What would be the perfect day out for you?
GO.
It doesnt matter what I'd do, as long as I'd do it with my perfect girl
but im pretty sure it would just be my wedding day
THE KEY TO MY HEART IS THE KEYBLADE
Ahem. My perfect day would be indescribable. Too many things to do, and not enough time to do them. So, I suppose the perfect day is the one that does not end.
Wild and passionate sex all day long is clearly the only answer.
and cake.Originally Posted by Ouch!
Yuss.
Someone would take me to a store that sells Sanrio's products and buy me all of the Cinnamoroll merchandise I want.
Last edited by Marshall Banana; 01-31-2008 at 03:25 AM.
Good thread!
My perfect day out... it would start out in NYC with Mr. MILF and I going out to breakfast, where I eat a bunch of nummy eggs and I try to make him eat some, much to his dismay. I'd stick Hello Kitty clips in his hair when he's not looking.
Then we hang out with some friends like Dan Kumar, Paul the Boy, Aicha, and Lamonda and Jeremy for a few hours in the mall or something. I'd push Dan down and pretend to teabag him. I'd buy Hello Kitty stuff. We'd have lots of fun, maybe we'd get some nummy things, like shish-kebabs.
Then Mr. MILF and I would leave, because he would be taking me out on a date, to the ice skating rink. We'd skate around for hours giggling and having fun. Oh, I'd love that, it'd be so romantic.
Then we'd go get some food somewhere, because we're obsessed with eating, him being a skinny boy who has a metabolism and me being a chubby little hobbit.
Then we'd go home and - *shot by EoFF sniper*
Last edited by Rye; 01-31-2008 at 01:57 AM.
I bet milf wishes that story was finished
My perfect day:
I would wake up and carefully extricate myself from my lady's clasp. I'd go to the kitchen and fix a nice breakfast for her, even enduring the nausea-inducing smell of eggs* in order to make a perfect delicious breakfast for her.
When she's eaten we would go take a shower together, wherein naughty things involving no-no parts would take place. Once we were done and we'd dried ourselves and got dressed we would go out, to the Big City :3
We'd go around lots of places here, seeing sights, playfully frolicking around, holding hands, all this kind of thing. We'd just mess around and act like goofy teenagers and all that stuff.
We would go home, and we'd have a couple of hours before anything else had to happen, so we'd put a movie on or a two-player game, and cuddle up with each other for a little bit to watch/play together.
Once that time had passed we would dress ourselves up all classy-like, and we would go out to a very fancy restaurant, where she would have whatever she wanted and I would have a delicious dish of lobster or some such :3
Slightly tipsy, we would make our way home, to engage in more naughtiness involving no-no parts for hours and hours. Then we would cuddle up in bed together, and whisper sweet things to each other, until we fell asleep cuddled up closely like that <3
* This is not an exaggeration. The smell of eggs cooking makes me feel physically sick.
Anyone who eats lobster will not sleep with me. You ruined everything! :kaoangry:
(SPOILER)<3
Okay. No breakfast in bed or ice skating or tolerance of your inability to spell Khumar correctly, in that case.
The key to my heart would be to go to watch football (Newcastle, clearly!)~ and then go for some food and some drinks because I love my food and alcohol. Afterwards we would go and watch a movie at home, cuddling up on the sofa. The rest is a mystery!
BANG!
Flash of lightning across the sky. I look up from my one day a week off, from reading my trashy Stephen King novels. Wtf? Lightning? In a sunny sky?
SUDDENLY.
Angels come down bearing between them, a silken hammock. Out springs Eric Clapton. "Come, child," he whispers.
W-wh-what are you doing here, Eric Clapton?!
"I've come to teach you to play. You are the next guitar messiah."
Eric Clapton teaches me to play the guitar. Then I go on a world tour. Then I learn to play the banjo. Kermit the Frog joins me for a banjo jam. Conway Twitty sings dirty songs to me. Someone who can sculpt makes a statue of me, and sinks it to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean because it causes traffic accidents. I retire to a little house in the woods and play guitar on my front porch while whoever loves me makes me pancakes. That is my perfect day. That is the key to my heart. Line up, boys, and make it happen!
Signature by rubah. I think.
I wake up in the morning, open the freezer, pull out the bottle of Jack Daniels and start guzzling.
I don't know what happens next, but at least I'll be drunk.
i like this idea
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