Pride. I was cursed with awesome.![]()
Pride. I was cursed with awesome.![]()
Well, you know what they say about gingers and their tempers![]()
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Lust. It gets me into trouble.
Definitely sloth.
Sloth. Can't deny this with the hours I spend just lying in bed doing nothing.))
I'll let you all in on a secret. They're far from as deadly as they sound. I've done like all of them and I'm still alive.
Anyway, Top three:
Sloth, lust, envy.
everything is wrapped in gray
i'm focusing on your image
can you hear me in the void?
There was once in chat where some of us changed our names to deadly sins. Hmmm...
Sloth and Lust, with a touch of Pride.
Example: gets an offer for sex from a hot guy yet too lazy to leave the house, especially in the midst of Winter.
I'm definitely bad with all of them, but my biggest ones are probably wrath and greed. /:
I had something typed up but then realized, my pride won't let me admit I have any of these. I will say I definitely don't have envy though. I don't care enough. Oh there goes my pride again.
I know I definitely have sloth sometimes. If I could be Snorlax that would be great.
Wrath is my worst one in terms of how it affects other people. Envy is the one that plagues me internally the most, although I'm working on that one. I don't really mind it when I get all wrathful.![]()
Well, I'm not a real person. So I guess, Envy.
LOST! ... I mean lust.
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.