In the actual manga or whatever that that image is from, she's getting bukkaked by like 7 dudes.

I've never seen it myself, but Artie seemed to know a lot about it last night when we were chatting... LOL

oh THAT pic

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hmm my profil isn't full but i'm going to write it now

i like it to to read profiles xD

This is Brad's time. '1 Month, 5 Days, 11 Minutes, 12 Seconds' If anyone has been on long then that then your crazy. of course because this is Brad it does not count as him being crazy.

Mine is pretty close to that. LOL

'4 Weeks, 2 Days, 6 Hours, 16 Minutes, 15 Seconds'

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In the actual manga or whatever that that image is from, she's getting bukkaked by like 7 dudes.

I've never seen it myself, but Artie seemed to know a lot about it last night when we were chatting... LOL

i didnt know this for SURE

i was INFERRING

Gahh why am I always late to the party.

(cookies to those who understand what the hell my bio means)

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'sup humbert

Yayyyy!
*claps like a madman and hands out cookies*

You are one right? =)

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Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Yayyyy!
*claps like a madman and hands out cookies*

You are one right? =)

The lolita fashion has nothing to do with the book.

hahaha what the carp flashfox

ALSO I AM NOT UNDERAGE FFS

I'm 19 in like 4 days D:

oh uh..kay. I'll go after artie then. =)

btw @ artie: excellent post, would read again.

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uhhhhh

Uh whoops not again. =(

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This is Brad's time. '1 Month, 5 Days, 11 Minutes, 12 Seconds' If anyone has been on long then that then your crazy. of course because this is Brad it does not count as him being crazy.

Mine is pretty close to that. LOL

'4 Weeks, 2 Days, 6 Hours, 16 Minutes, 15 Seconds'

You still need the month but yes you are close........Crazy one.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

What!? Just what?

Excerpt from a book, you silly.