Notice how I refuse to become upset in regards to Tray’s amorous intentions towards MY would-be girlfriend. That, my friends, is self control. breaks coffee table
Topgun go SMASH!
Please. Buffy is more woman that either of us can handle alone. We can share. I get MWF, you get TuThSa. She gets Sundays off.
Rupert’s advice to Buffy of “Plunge and move on” is not good advice for a teenage girl.
Whenever I hear Rupert I think of Stewie Griffin’s stuffed teddy of the same name. I wonder if there is any connection.
“Does this outfit make me look fat?”
HA!!
“How’d the laying go?”
Um…rrriiiiigggghhhhtttt?
Hey the doom righteous sayer rides my train everyday.
Why do people do that? I don’t get it. What also strikes me odd is when other people engage them in their madness. I just get off the train and wait for the next one.
Oh man, the doom righteous sayer is ‘The Anointed One’. Ugh! I hope Buffy kills him.
Owen you loser. You meet a girl who kicks arse and you wanna go home.
Xander drinking a drinkbox. Hee Hee
Oh no. The cute little kid is the Anointed one. What if Hera and him hooked up?