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FrankiePoo

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  1. Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off during sex
  2. http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg297/MCR-Gir-Freak/lynwall.jpg Here you go If Anything's wrong, just tell me
  3. I'm back. I forgot all about this thread lol Another chapter from my story School of Delinquents: You know that feeling you get when the entire school sees your underwear? Maybe not, but it isn’t a nice feeling. Well, at least I was getting a room by myself, in a dorm, in a school. Well, nix the dorm and school part, and this was a paradise. Oh, and minus the people that might mug me any second. Okay, never mind. My room was in the Nixon Dorm, room twenty-six. The Nixon Dorm, thankfully, was right near the entrance. Room twenty-six, though, was on the third floor, so I had to lug my luggage (three suitcases) up the stairs, and to the room. As I entered, hot and sweaty, there were two other guys unpacking their clothing. I closed my eyes real tight and opened them again, hoping I was hallucinating. Nope, there were two guys there. “Uh, I think I have the wrong room, is this the Nixon Dorm, room twenty-six?” I asked. And big blonde guy turned, looked me up and down, and nodded. “I thought I was getting my own room, at least a room with girls,” I said. The other guy, who was older than me and had an Afro, turned and looked at me. I noticed his eyes stayed at my boobs for a while, and they seemed to be distant, like he was fantasizing about something. “Hello? Am I in the right room?” I waved a hand in front of his face. “Yeah, you are,” the blonde one said, “Oh, by the way, I’m Bob. This is Ray. We are your new roommates…” he paused for a name. “Alex.” “Alex,” he repeated. “Yeah,” I said, inching towards my bed. This was getting weird, and I was getting a little scared. Bob turned but Ray still seemed distant. I turned, making him unable to see my boobs, and started unpacking my stuff (underwear, bras, uniforms, make-up, etc) and putting them in a dresser that was already partially full of boxers and socks. Oh, nice. Now I had to dig through a bunch of ick to get to my clothes. “How do I get to Mrs.Manat’s class?” I asked. No answer. “Fine, I’ll just find it myself,” I sniffed and left the room. I had to find a class by myself. Bogus. I walked all the way down the steps, and to a map in the front office. There was a rather short guy looking at a magazine while his mother signed paperwork. “Frank, I don’t know why you insist on reading that crap “Fangoria”. It’ll rot your brain,” his mother said. Nice woman (sarcasm, by the way). “Mom, this will not rot my brain. It’s kickass. Look,” he showed his mom something, her eyes widened to the size of plates. Quickly, she seized the magazine and shoved it in her purse. “Frank Anthony Iero you will not read this shit,” she hissed. Getting an idea to really get his mom worked up, I walked up to Frank and asked, “Excuse me, where do you keep your balls?” Frank looked up at me. Damn, he had a cute little Bambi face. If he asked me to give him a blowjob, I would. His eyes were hazel, like that guy I ran into, and was lined with eyeliner and some red eye shadow, his hair was a black fringe with red on the sides, Sexy. I noticed his mom also looked up when I asked this, just waiting for his answer. He pointed to his crotch and said, “Right there. Want ‘em?” There it was. The offer to let me in his pants. I refrained myself to stand there, though, and laughed. His mom didn’t appreciate this though, “FRANK! Don’t you dare speak to a woman like this! I am so sorry. Frank here is a little on the naughty side. Hopefully this school will change that.” I nodded, winked at Frank, and left for my first class. He was quite the charmer. I knew I would date him, because I could see it in his eyes that he was attracted to me, and was going to ask me out. One of my great attributes to the world of dating. Mrs. Manat, turned out, taught in room 107, and was the teacher, and head, of the English department. Oh, yay, English. The classroom was big, like the ones in college. The ones where the teacher is at the bottom and the desks were like stadium , just towering above her. I sat at the middle, where everyone could see me in all my beauty. Suddenly, a guy with long light brown hair and glasses put a note on my desk. On it said “2:The Most Amazing Girl 4rm: The Guy. I opened it eagerly as the guy left. Already I got a note. My day was made. Besides the whole Frank thing, of coarse. I read the note silently and gasped. On it said. Girl, You’re beautiful. I can’t believe I had the chance to see you, an angel, in person. I want to get to know you. Everything, every last detail about you. That guy who delivered this message? Yeah, that’s my brother Mikey. Give a note to him saying where and when you would like to meet up, and I’ll see you there. Xoxo That Guy
  4. Wow, I forgot about this thread. I suppose I'll put another chapter of my story
  5. Mindless are amazing Hardly anyone like them here
  6. Chad Your amazingly amazing. Come to Wal Mart and buy some cookies. Maybe we can hang out... Al
  7. That banner, with rounded edges. I like how it turned out
  8. Typical teen drama. I like (love) the guy. The guy just thinks we're friends. Just... Bleh. I mean I asked the guy out, twice, both "No". But we're always friends. I hate it.
  9. Lol Do you want to talk about it? 'Cause I'm sure, if we have the same problem, we can help each other Or something like that
  10. Chad, Your a meany weanie. And I love you Al
  11. I wish he would hold me. I wish I could kiss him. I wish we were more than friends....
  12. Same banner different coloring (Sorry for the double post)
  13. ^ New sig I made It's my first time using that format thingy, but I think it turned out well
  14. ^^ Sam, have you done my sig yet? Sorry to nag, but I asked about a week ago, and I've been checking the Requests thread all the time. Oh, and I love the Avas. Beautiful pics
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