I mean, pigeons are mad dirty…i dont want them shits near me…
Stop being a victim. 
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cleaning toilets? :y
Can she pass for 16?
Now you got me wondering, what are your thoughts on Ellen Page? As far as I can tell she still looks like mid teens
Where at? 
I think my respect ofr Ellen as an actor has effected how i look at her. She’s very adult, no matter how old she looks. Look at her in Hard Candy, she’s supposed to be 14, but she acts like an adult, so it’s hard for me to think of her as younger because she’s an old soul, as some would say.
I feel I should comment on this. My feeling - I don’t care. Honestly, can anyone, looking at nothing but pictures, tell me with accuracy the age of a girl between 16-20? So basically what I’m saying is I’ll still fap.
An acquaintance of mine when I worked at Fry’s informed me that the company she works(ed?) for “Bds Marketing” and told me to send her my resume and the rest is history.
Think I am going to make one final attempt at this life thing, before calling it quits and peacing out early.
Not all that confident it’s going to work out though.
AL is on a pedo-rant this Lounge, kind of weird.
you cant call him weird when you are telling the internet you intend to Michael Hutchence yourse.f
Personal preferences of weird sir, they come in all flavors.
Congrats AF.
That reminds me of when i used to went to clubs, here in my country it was usual that people minor than 18 where able to enter if they looked old enough (i started to went to clubs when i was 14) so, it was (and from what i heard still is) common that you are hitting on cute girl just to find out that she is 15 or 16 
, damn jailbaits
I was always a Lincoln Log guy. It turns out though that she was a Tinker Toy girl. Wherein I found enjoyment in sturdiness and realiability, her head was always in the clouds. Her joy was within possibility, change, innovation. Oftentimes I would scoff at her constructions, as they seemed shabby and hollow, often merely the outline of a building as opposed to the full-walled cabins of my youth. As I grew older though, I tired of always having to work within the constraints of right angles. There was no fulfillment, no joy, I was empty. Meanwhile her dreams could never achieve, there was no foundation. The more she progressed the greater chance of failure, and fail she would. While my void was creative, her void was physical. After a particularly violent crash of her latest design, our eyes met. I saw in her desperation and longing and the need to be cared for. Her gaze into my resolute eyes told her tales of strength, and the need to nurture. As our hands met we smiled. We then began moving at a frenetic pace, her vision came alive with my support. Colored spokes went into wooden wheels, surrounded by interlocking pieces of wood to keep it from falling. We had achieved. Our creation, and by extension our lives, were intertwined as such that neither of us knew where one ended and the other began.
…until she left me for the kid with the erector set.
Also, I’m not an actual pedo, but a psuedo-pedo. I am married to a woman only 2 years younger than me, and everyone I’ve ever had sex with was over 18+ at the time of intercourse.
I really really really really really hate packing. I’m not even halfway close to finished, and I have today, half of tomorrow, and Monday to finish.
Yo Duck, you ever find out if that guy owned up and got your logo tattooed to his ass?
Called in to work today, sipping on some whiskey, playing Tekken Tag 2 (horribly) online. The netcode is pretty good so far.
Yeah, he’s actually having it done on-stream at a tournament this weekend.