"I love your photos" (with pic attached)
OP must comply with his own rules..send it fag
Alright faggots, I don't think she's gonna reply. Let's try this one.
OP YOU COULD HAVE SMASHED THAT. YOU FUCKED UP. YOU BLEW IT NIGGA. YOU COULD HAVE HAD THE FUCK OF YOUR DREAMS AND YOU DECIDED TO GO ON /b/, faggot you fucked up
Hey kyla i saw you in the girls bathroom the other day and thought you were cute. Im trans so im aloud in there. Still got a dick tho
"your skin looks like it would fit me perfectly"
we can still hope there are some retards out there that match the autism of op
Alright, last one. Not even sure if this one's real but let's find out.
The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.
"My uncle Pedro raped me yesterday, and I need emotional support. I love you."
okay doubt we'll get a response but let's see what happens
Mfw i got trips 3 times in this thread
Send her this and reel in You enter a dark space filled with slow warm air currents circulating lazily around your body. You walk slowly towards the only light in the area, a random assortment of candles placed around a bed laid with thick cushions and a midnight black throw that shimmers in the reflected light of candle fire. As you walk forward, the light shimmers demurly of the blood red corset you wear, shadows flickering provocatively, showing your full luscious figure and long smooth leg. Your creamy white skin contrasts the red of the material that tightly hugs your devine body, and sets of the black satin choker around your neck that is almost hidden by your luxurious dark locks that frame your perfect face and full lips. A face of an angel who knows sin. The warm air currents tug at your body, lightly scented with sandlewood, as you sit on the edge of the bed and recline into its midnight softness.