Age/Gender: 14, Male
Location: Tampa, Alligatorland
Job: Sex pervert
I CAN'T GET LAID BECAUSE EVERYONE IS DEAD
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I overheard a conversation between the same maleman from this post and some other lady. He wrote his girlfriend a poem in which he tells her he loves her after they had been going out for a week or something and he got the aforementioned lady to read it and tell him if it was good. Yeah I know eavesdropping and the like isn't right, but FUCKING HELL THAT POEM WAS THE WORST GODDAM THING I EVER READ GLANCING OVER SOMEONE'S SHOULDER in my life. He's the kind of person that rhymes "fire" with "higher" (LOOK AT ME I'M THE NEXT MORRISON) and uses the word love every five words. And they had already going out for a week.
So he's going to give it to her (cock) next Friday along with some roses.
I actually feel a little sorry for the poor bastard.
Also, when I was walking home, I heard this high pitched really Kim Deal esque scream, nearly identical to the one at the beginning at Where Is My Mind, and I had just finished listening to that song, so I thought I was going loony like music was playing everywhere and such and freaked the fuck out.
Anyway