Butt.
It means butt.
Still sick.
Possibly a little better, but I may have to cancel that meeting tomorrow. Which means rescheduling, which is a pain in the patootie.
I call him Boscov.
Sounds good to me.
Gotta earn that extra-credit, little anon.
Edit: Of course, the real challenge would be packing all of that into ten pages. Been quite a few human religions over the years, from what I’ve seen.
Nah.
Not that I get very many. Most of the comments I receive are at least mature.
Hope I can get either get a pegasus to fly me to Cloudsdale, or take that big ol’ balloon there.
Even if zombie pegasus have enough coordination to fly (which they probably wouldn’t), I’d only have to deal with zombie pegasus. That cuts the zombie horde count down pretty substantially.
I’m a musician working as a substitute teacher’s aid. What do you think my answer would be?
Wine coolers.
Gotta have flavor. I don’t drink to get drunk.
I assure you, I am capable of just that.
Don’t have a Playstable 3, sorry.
Only have an X-Colt 360, at least as far as resent systems are concerned.
Hmm…
There’s all kinds, though. Have you tried your paw at writing? Maybe some flash games?
All depends on how much free time you have to keep your mind preoccupied, little guy.
Cooking is an interesting one, I’m told. You get as much out of it as you’re willing to put into it, and you can use it everyday!