what will evoke some kind of response from the 30 or so of you who lurk
 

and do not post.

what will it take?

there aren't that many lurkers.

it's mostly timing-out invisibles and server ghosts.

I don't know 30 people that like sonic youth.

god that is so depressing. my life has not evolved since this point(well I dont study now), aside from adding the extra few years. :(

oh. :(

obnoxious phoenix. because there is nothing else to do.

that leaves many other numbers...

I don't know how many are server ghosts, but I assume most are.

lits used to do that.

the REAL guest lurkers all look at "damn girl that ass makes me want to fuck my hand" threads. I like to watch them watching.

dave?

don't be silly. Dave doesn't fuck his hand; he fucks a Winnie the Pooh doll.

the cries of "harder, Pooh, harder" can be heard from here.

eeyore could do it better. well, if I had something to put into soft toys, I'd think.. that he would

His eyes are so inviting, the way he looks back at you.

sometimes I hate how visual my mind is.

dave, stop.

put it down dave.

MAH DIk

eh. I've not had sex in about, three months? I'm a shaddow of my forther nympho self. Girls just seem such a better option right now.

Heh. I have a girlfriend and haven't had sex in a good month and a half or so. She's actually pretty and really freaky but I am depressed elsewhere in life... so yeah. Totally wasting it.

what else could possibly be going wrong inyr life adam?

yeah for as much as I'm blamed for it and as rarely as I get the real deal, I'm totally going to start cybering the entire Laughing Skill server.

at least the ones that are into freaky lesbian sex.

H to the one-oh, N to the one-zah.. right now.

I still suffer from depression... feeling like I work too hard for nothing, care too much about shit that doesn't matter, etc. I want to quit my job, but I'm scared of change. Also, being cheated on by my girlfriend of 7 years still fucks with me, especially when she messages me occasionally saying she still has feelings for me.

life is the eternal mix of good and bad, happy and sad, combined in infinite ways, and allll ending up MEH

you tell that fucking tramp to go shove her fist up her own ass and then rub the shitty knuckles all into her eyes.

my chain mail chastity belt drops to the floor with a loud CLANG, revealing a throbbing elven love-mound that glistens like the forest dew at dawn.