Skandarnites VS. PaperB'nites III

*squirts Mars in the eye with shampoo and spray Teddy's mouth with body spray*
What goes into that Bath and Body Works bottle that it makes Teddy so raspy? :confused:

Ahhh! Shampoo in the eye is so cruel.
*sprays Kells with foam shaving cream*

And his voice just sounds so raspy to you because you're so used to hearing Skandar's weird squeaky voice.
 
*nods in sympathy with the others, while slyly cutting some of Teddy's hair and cloning him repeatedly*
I'm gonna make a label, sign him to it, and make a fortune releasing junior high dance friendly music :D
 
*nods in sympathy with the others, while slyly cutting some of Teddy's hair and cloning him repeatedly*
I'm gonna make a label, sign him to it, and make a fortune releasing junior high dance friendly music :D

*steals the scissors and throws them accidentally on purpose at Skandar*

Random question:
Hey, if a guy came to your dorm room and asked you to come downstairs to a "man-tastic" party, would you go?
 
*steals the scissors and throws them accidentally on purpose at Skandar*

Random question:
Hey, if a guy came to your dorm room and asked you to come downstairs to a "man-tastic" party, would you go?

*tosses the scissors at dorm guy*
He might have a weird sense of humor or he is just weird.
 
*tosses the scissors at dorm guy*
He might have a weird sense of humor or he is just weird.

Yeah, it was quite weird. He knew my name too, which was weird in itself. But "man-tastic" parties just aren't my thing. So I told him I have to wake up at 3.45 tomorrow morning and that I really wanted to get some sleep. Which is true, not just an excuse to stay away from him and the other crazy people from floor 3.

Hey, Cera! :)
 
*steals the scissors and throws them accidentally on purpose at Skandar*

Random question:
Hey, if a guy came to your dorm room and asked you to come downstairs to a "man-tastic" party, would you go?

Ekk no! lol Don't trust Frat boys...


Oh yeah, and I'm back!

*bows while people throw roses at her*
 
Tiff, Uncle Joe prefers to throw you carnations: no thorns to jab your hands if you pick them up. Anyway, if you're doing _this_ fluff-stuff, you must not be in much danger, for which I am grateful.
 
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