How do you show someone you love that they are the one? So many ways to express love; it's hard to choose just one. How you gonna do it?

Some people like to kiss, some people like to hug, some lesbians like eating each other's shit out of a cup.

Some people say "I love you!" Some even shout it out, some people puke semi-digested shit into each other's mouths...

Guess the song and win ...stuff.

2 Girls 1 Cup?

I'd rather not say the band name. LOL

Edit: Unless... They didn't make it?

lawl

The best thing about tonights' that we're not fighting
Or could it be we never felt this way before?
I know you dont think that I am trying.
I know your wearin' thin down to the core.
But hold your breathe
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don't make me change my mind...
Cause' I won't live to see another day,
I swear its true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
Your impossible to find....

<3

I like turtles awhoooo~~~~

LMFAO@ Wacky!

On that note, this thread needs more KP.







Anyone else find the titles VERY ironic? :cheeky:

Needs more Jon Lajoie.

It was late at night on Christmas Eve
I was dreaming of the soft white snow
I was awoken by a noise near the Christmas tree
What it was I did not know

It was Santa Claus he was bringing me some gifts
Unfortunately I did not know that
So I quietly snuck up behind him
And I shot him five times in the back

It went POW POW...
He said: "What the fuck?" OW OW OW
Then I shot him 3 more times in the head
Pieces of his brain flew out and he was dead

That's when I noticed his blood-soaked beard
And his red suit filled with bullet holes (uh oh)
I said "Oh my god I killed Santa Claus
I'm not going to jail for this asshole"

So I went to my shed and I got my saw
And I started to choppedy chop chop
I started with his arms then his legs then his head
And then the torso was a really long job

And the blood went spurt spurt spurt
It was really hard work work work
It was hard cutting through his spine
I must have vomited sixteen times

I burned all the pieces in my fireplace
The smell of burning human flesh filled my nose
11 hours later there was nothing left
And that's when I heard my telephone

It was Aunty Jean looking for Uncle Bob
She said he left the house dressed as Santa Claus
But he didn't come home last night
Have you seen him? God, I hope he's alright.