Indeed. I can hear you jerking off to those pictures of BLU Scout’s mother I took that went missing long ago. Quite the Oedipus complex you’ve got there, boy.
Fuck me and find out for yourself, hm? Oh, but do buy me dinner first. Anywhere’s fine with me so long as it isn’t the same gruel that I eat everyday here at BLU base.
Ah, I tend to have that effect on people. Honestly, would you expect any less of me? It’s no wonder that before I left, there were quite a number of people, even fellow mercenaries, who expressed much the same opinion as you. Now that I’ve returned for a time, I’d be happy to take you up on that offer. Name your time and your place, and we shall see where that takes us?
Would I trust an old acquaintance like Eugene to give me a cup of coffee without having any suspicions that he did something to it …. such as piss in it…?
Trust me. The man is never relaxed as I’ve observed. And the inner workings of his van are far worse than simply ‘tacky’. No, no. That doesn’t even begin to describe … how utterly hopeless the buffoon is when it comes to keeping tidy. Good lord. And if that wasn’t as bad his bed’s sheets are threadbare. Sleeping in it was like hell counting that and the old as balls mattress he uses. To top that all off, the man snores in his sleep. Drools all over the bed sheets and won’t stop tossing and turning until he can pull the nearest person into his arms and—
—AND I’VE SAID TOO MUCH YOU WILL FORGET THAT. YOU WILL FORGET ALL OF THAT.
That’s some good taste you’ve got there. Calling me ‘handsome’ … Glad that I haven’t lost my charm.
Bonsoir, friend. You needn’t be shy. I’m not in the mood to stir up much mischief tonight.
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Should it concern me that there are still around four-hundred of you following my blog well after it has started to collect dust from neglect or…?
I can’t stop
Neither can I. I didn’t expect to find Sniper’s new name so hilarious!
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long day’s work…
Well, prepare to be disappointed then! Cause I ain’t gonna freak! I’m goin’ to blaze through that game. Just like a bullet might go through your brain if you had one!
Confidence like that indicates a delicious variety of fear that renders one a cowering mess pissing themselves as they scream, I’ve learned. I’m going to enjoy watching as you become just that. Especially your screams. Very much.