My name is Anthony. I'm rather dashing. I like to draw on people's faces and lime plans all night long. I will probably FINAL THRUST you. I also enjoy giving speeches to my close friends. Especially Bridget. I often suffer from THE BLEEDING CONDITION. I'm sexy in the pants. And in the face. Ask anybody. My dogs are adorable. I don't know what the hell a semi-colon is or how to pronounce orange or spell definitely. But I'm still pretty damn aorganomis. I'm in a cult. It involves Gwerm and you can't be in it. I'm hulluhhh good at German. I will probably say these things: IT'S A GOOD TIME IT HAPPENS THAT'S UNHEALTHY THAT'S UPSETTING HELL IF I KNOW I REFUSE. And probably other stuff too. I can't remember. I like bracelets. I make funny moaning sounds. BUT. I AM A MAN GARAROOORMAK!
PS. THANKS SUSCHAAAA FOR WRITING THISSSS I LOEEE YOU. NETSEMIT.
I figured the outcome of posting that could have gone one of two ways.
You either be insanely creeped out and delete me or you catch my glorious humor and realize how amazing I am and how lucky you are to know me.
And since I gave you a boner I'm gonna go ahead and say it's the latter.
Hah, I love you too, Anthony <3
c: (<--- totallystoleyourface)
Dear Anthony Vincent Saunders, you are playing hard to get.
But unfortunately for you, Lu Vinci is playing hard to get rid of.
So here's what I'm going to do, I'm going to stalk your house for a few weeks, then I'm going to wait til you fall asleep, and then crawl into your bed and murder your angelic body and then wear your skin so you'll always be with me.
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