I'll give whomever guesses the who/when/what/where/how/why closest regarding my new avatar a small KG Post-Monsoons RePaganing gift, or a naughty picture, whichever I feel like.

Or whomever makes me laugh the hardest.




(Edited in: I changed "dirty" to "naughty", and lost the original poll. Sorry.)

Lets see its blurry and your eyes are shut. RoZilla got a hold of the camera while you were passed out after partying Sat night and decided to return the favor of years of mental trauma and get you at your best.

That's "Soft Focus", you git.

You're trying to look away from watching the disgustingly cute couple of Amber and myself

After all, that's what we do best is sicken people with our cuteness

denying all the drama by closing your eyes?

faeriegirl wrote:denying all the drama by closing your eyes?

LOL

Well it works for KarlaBOO...

I really like this one ~

I love it! =)

You were... having daydreams about a hunky Cam coming to sweep you off your feet with a kiss? ;o)

Your DMV photo?

Nemesis wrote:"Ready For You Close-Up Mr. DeMille...

Ouch. I'm not THAT old yet.

JaNell wrote:

Nemesis wrote:"Ready For You Close-Up Mr. DeMille...

Ouch. I'm not THAT old yet.

Oops.. wrong person.. Where's SirD?

div's idea:

You were abducted by two foot tall penis-shaped aliens and taken back to their mother ship where they pumped you full of hallucinogenic drugs and plugged you into their neural net - linking your mind directly into their collective conciousness. They then proceeded to perform various tests on your nervous system, where they discovered that there are certain triggers that caused you to experience intense periods of ecstasy or agony, depending on how the triggers were applied. While attempting to discover if there was a peak threshold on the amount of ecstacy you could withstand, one of the aliens wandered within reach of you and you grabbed the two-foot tall penis-shaped alien and proceeded to bury the needle on the ecstacy meter. After the alien had the first ever orgasm known to their species, all of them wanted to try, and in your drug hazed state you obliged them all (and broke a few in the process). After they recovered, they named you queen over all their race and returned you to your home planet to wait for their return with the rest of their population. they provided you with a picture taken during the "testing" to remember them by, but neglected to stick around long enough to discover that the drugs they had given you left you with no memory of the events. All you knew upon waking was that there was a picture of you with a blissfull look on your face, and you were quite sore.

Wrong, wrong, wrong - but at least faeriegirl made me laugh...

div wrote:div's idea:

You were abducted by two foot tall penis-shaped aliens and taken back to their mother ship where they pumped you full of hallucinogenic drugs and plugged you into their neural net - linking your mind directly into their collective conciousness. They then proceeded to perform various tests on your nervous system, where they discovered that there are certain triggers that caused you to experience intense periods of ecstasy or agony, depending on how the triggers were applied. While attempting to discover if there was a peak threshold on the amount of ecstacy you could withstand, one of the aliens wandered within reach of you and you grabbed the two-foot tall penis-shaped alien and proceeded to bury the needle on the ecstacy meter. After the alien had the first ever orgasm known to their species, all of them wanted to try, and in your drug hazed state you obliged them all (and broke a few in the process). After they recovered, they named you queen over all their race and returned you to your home planet to wait for their return with the rest of their population. they provided you with a picture taken during the "testing" to remember them by, but neglected to stick around long enough to discover that the drugs they had given you left you with no memory of the events. All you knew upon waking was that there was a picture of you with a blissfull look on your face, and you were quite sore.

WAAAYYYYYYYYYY to much free time.

the soft focus effect makes me wonder how many drinks i've had.

it could be worse, though.