Compliments come when you least expect them.

[feren]

In an AIM conversation today:

Me: I'm in a car with Dave and Jeff, listening to them about World of Warcraft and other boring shit. I'm almost to the point that I'd slam my dick in the car door... it'd at least take my mind off their inane banter about "low damage but high bonuses to heal for warriors." Just cast magic missle against the darkness and fuckoff! Save me! Because now they're talking about paladins and ogres and shit. Unless you want to watch me slam my junk in a car door.

Them: ...please don't. You have nice junk.

Comments

[eisenkreis.livejournal.com]

Why are you not on AIM. D:

[almanzo.livejournal.com]

I'm very squeamish about blood.

[duncandahusky.livejournal.com]

Oh sure, you'll show your junk to everyone else...

Tease.

[catdragon.livejournal.com]

Note to self: Examine Feren's junk for niceness. :)

[tarinfirepelt.livejournal.com]

http://feren.black-panther.us/gallery/drawings/Koz_FerenChaps

[catdragon.livejournal.com]

Yes indeed, that is nice rear-junk. ;)

[rustitobuck.livejournal.com]

I've never thought about your junk until now.

Great. Today my mind will be full of speculations on your junk, IBM mainframes, and z/OS.

[yotogi.livejournal.com]

For some reason I keep thinking of the cock-drill from Tetsuo the Iron Man now.

[feren.livejournal.com]

I don't even want to know. The phrase "cock-drill" makes me sad.

[neowolf2.livejournal.com]

This is giving 'junk in da trunk' a whole new meaning.