RE: Five Guys, One Ride
01-07-2018, 02:03 AM
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Duck's Joke Dating ProfileBi/cis/20 yo/♂️/
hello i am Duck. one time i got stuck in an elevator for twelve hours and cried until the firemen found me. boring day, boring life lol. i've got these keys, but none of them are for my apartment??? what a strange dealio?? my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. with all those xs, you know you're going to have a good time c; warning: do not be fooled by my looks. i'm perpetually screaming on the inside. call your doctor and borrow their stethoscope if in doubt. maybe borrow their entire get-up for later if you catch my drift. i'll wait c;
hello i am Duck. one time i got stuck in an elevator for twelve hours and cried until the firemen found me. boring day, boring life lol. i've got these keys, but none of them are for my apartment??? what a strange dealio?? my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. with all those xs, you know you're going to have a good time c; warning: do not be fooled by my looks. i'm perpetually screaming on the inside. call your doctor and borrow their stethoscope if in doubt. maybe borrow their entire get-up for later if you catch my drift. i'll wait c;
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Dragon's ResumeJeff Benington is a 22 year old man who was formerly a small-time model. Currently, he is vying to own an automobile repair shop. He currently owns a convertible that he passionately does maintenance on daily using auto mechanic skills gained from classes at Harley Jr. Technical College. Benington's hobbies include stamp collecting, quintet singing and automobile maintenance. His convertible, the rights of modification bought himself, can run on pure Sanguine Temperament using a specially-made engine, a mechanism that he is aiming to patent soon.
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Pheasant's Autobiography
There was a silence in the room and blood in my mouth. Black Bile was rising up to my neck, and I was about to choke. I thought that when I left The Forest, there would be no more of that depraved feeling of helplessness, that dehumanizing feeling on my back when pressed up against a corner. Again, I felt like my life was railroaded on a singular string of fate, a path straight to Hell.
The pistol in my hand was shaking-no, my own hand was shaking. And I regret to say that I still own that pistol out of shame. That night, I wanted to find love, someone to swaddle me in their arms until the night blinked out and the day came. I wanted to find warmth in my heart.
But the only warmth I found was in the quickly-draining blood at my feet.
The pistol in my hand was shaking-no, my own hand was shaking. And I regret to say that I still own that pistol out of shame. That night, I wanted to find love, someone to swaddle me in their arms until the night blinked out and the day came. I wanted to find warmth in my heart.
But the only warmth I found was in the quickly-draining blood at my feet.
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Tiger's Recorder Logs
Log number a hundred and five. January 2nd. I'm Big Gay and Duck's a furry. Both may be chronic. End log.
Log number a hundred and six. January 3rd. Still Big Gay. Duck is still a furry though his fursuit remains undiscovered. Will the expedition never end? End log.
Log number a hundred and seven. January 4th. The Head Honcho says we're moving to some rural town. Unfortunately, I am still Big Gay which will still attract the homophobes. How will my gayness interact with this new environment I wonder? In other news, Duck's fursuit has not been found even with months of searching. Perhaps...there is no fursuit...?
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Duck's furriness status has been changed from definite to unknown. End Log.
Log number a hundred and eight. January 6th. I have been side-tracked by packing, but I have come across a breakthrough. Duck's fursuit has been found. I repeat, Duck's fursuit has been found. Unfortunately, the fursuit is literally just a vest suit with fur on it, and not the fursuit that I hoped it was. Still, it is progress that has bumped Duck's furry status from unknown back to definite! End Log!
Log number a hundred and six. January 3rd. Still Big Gay. Duck is still a furry though his fursuit remains undiscovered. Will the expedition never end? End log.
Log number a hundred and seven. January 4th. The Head Honcho says we're moving to some rural town. Unfortunately, I am still Big Gay which will still attract the homophobes. How will my gayness interact with this new environment I wonder? In other news, Duck's fursuit has not been found even with months of searching. Perhaps...there is no fursuit...?
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Duck's furriness status has been changed from definite to unknown. End Log.
Log number a hundred and eight. January 6th. I have been side-tracked by packing, but I have come across a breakthrough. Duck's fursuit has been found. I repeat, Duck's fursuit has been found. Unfortunately, the fursuit is literally just a vest suit with fur on it, and not the fursuit that I hoped it was. Still, it is progress that has bumped Duck's furry status from unknown back to definite! End Log!
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Turtle's PoemThe Man with the Mohawk
You'll find me near the lake
A stone in my hand and
A figure on the land and
My footprints in the sand and
The wind, piercing
through the hairs of my mohawk
Clumsily, I would do a somersault
Cause in my world there is no fault
Wrung in that regret
And won't let it set
And pushed it Up! onto the shore
The water, flowing
through the hairs of my mohawk
And by those waves I like to walk
And listen to the song of spring
My ears would pucker, my head would cock
Where the season ends, and the season starts
That melody, singing
through the strings of my heart
You'll find me near the lake
A stone in my hand and
A figure on the land and
My footprints in the sand and
The wind, piercing
through the hairs of my mohawk
Clumsily, I would do a somersault
Cause in my world there is no fault
Wrung in that regret
And won't let it set
And pushed it Up! onto the shore
The water, flowing
through the hairs of my mohawk
And by those waves I like to walk
And listen to the song of spring
My ears would pucker, my head would cock
Where the season ends, and the season starts
That melody, singing
through the strings of my heart
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Which of these Five Guys do you want to focus on for now?
I have no son.