― toraneko, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jess, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ronan, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Markx, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― chris, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kodanshi, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― bnw, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― rosemary, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nick, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tim, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Because I have now officially renounced sex as an icky and disgusting waste of time, renounced boys as thoroughly despicable and evil and ultimately soul-destroying, and I am never having sex again or even dating again as long as I live. No, not even if the amazingly beautiful Crushboy Mike asked me. I don't ever want to have sex with him, I just want to worship him from afar, and never actually ruin the crush by destroying my wonderful illusions about him. I just want him to stay perfect forever, like he is right now. Much better that way.
― kate, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Samantha, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Gale Deslongchamps, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― maryann, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Wednesday, 31 October 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
That's why I declared it as one of Brown's rules. And no, I'm not there yet but I'm worried.
― chris, Thursday, 1 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― rosemary, Thursday, 1 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Rhyme, Wednesday, 26 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Meg, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Benjamin, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― richard john gillanders, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― di, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
But.. but.. won't 'shoving it' destroy the little fake hymen I have fashioned for myself out of glad wrap?
― Liar, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mandee, Wednesday, 13 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nicole, Thursday, 14 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Any contenders for pure feebleness?
― Blarg, Sunday, 17 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Maria Nigella, Wednesday, 24 March 2004 15:53 (twenty-two years ago)
No, YOU'RE selfish! OBD
― Ol Bertie Dastard, Sunday, 23 December 2007 03:58 (eighteen years ago)
omgosh i love how she signs her name at the end
― Surmounter, Sunday, 23 December 2007 04:09 (eighteen years ago)
http://img3.imagebanana.com/img/b6w2to6k/250bj005.jpg
― pc user, Sunday, 23 December 2007 12:36 (eighteen years ago)
i love the way it's posed like a renaissance painting or something.
― pc user, Sunday, 23 December 2007 12:38 (eighteen years ago)
Those are weird shorts.
― The Reverend, Sunday, 23 December 2007 12:45 (eighteen years ago)
I think they're jeans for a 3 year-old.
― Noodle Vague, Sunday, 23 December 2007 12:49 (eighteen years ago)