So it started like this....


=====RedHairedQueen wrote=====
You look like the kind of guy my mom told me to steer clear of in high school-I'm old enough to not listen to my mom anymore...
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My mother used to have a saying...she'd say 'son of mine, if there's one piece of wisdom I can impart to you it would be, don't ever talk to ugly fat old people, they've got diseases.

But then I thought....wait...I'm not done.

RedhairedQueen huh?  I'll admit, when I first saw this picture, I thought it was one of those photos of the horrific car-wreck victims that they put up on those slasher websites for young serial killers to jerk off to.  Then I realized, this would have the opposite effect.  I think my penis actually withered and drew itself back into my body upon initial contact with said specimen, and WHAT A SPECIMEN SHE IS.  As you can see in the picture, she is CLEARLY FROM HELL.  SHE IS ROSEMARY"S BABY.  No where, in my life, have I ever seen such a depiction of what the inside of my personal purgatory would be.  Apparently, it has red hair, and sits on a couch made of rabbit droppings and discarded medical waste.  WAIT that's not a couch, that's her 'ample' bosom.  Nice renaissance dress, are you a level 12 druid (ed note, lvl 12 druids kick an enormous amount of ass in most rpg's...but let's all remember, LARP is for morons).  What's your most powerful spell?  KILL ERECTION!?!  I think I'd rather slam my head in a car door than talk to you ever for any reason.  Even if someone hit my best friend with a car, and your house was the nearest one around, I'd take my chances builing a telephone out of bark, feces and the discarded remains of a raccoon den than look at you for more than three consecutive seconds.  Just thinking about the fact you're alive gives me diarrhea.