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Yes you too can get fattened up like a small calf, on the amazing "Eat all you want" diet by Persephone.... But I digress. This is Adonis, also known, in irc land, as Lust-Lacker, King of Polka. That's right, you heard me, Polka. And you thought it was something your grandparents invented to torment you with. Oh no... Adonis got a Playstation 2 for his birthday, from his loving and thoughtful mate, little old me. I should have thought this one through, folks. If he's not playing on it, he's playing some shoot'em up game online on MY computer. Either way, a word of advice to the rest of you ladies: no matter how much they'll love you for it, if you value conversation, don't get them a new video game console for (insert appropriate occassion here). |
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Aside from the video game addiction, Adonis is having some much needed orthodontic work done these days. That means that he's wasting away, unable to eat for the pain in his mouth. And after all my hard work to fatten him up, too. The way the pounds are falling off him, it kind of makes me wish I could get a dental appliance put in my mouth, too. But only kind of. When the inventor of the braces and the like got here, I was faced with a difficult choice - what do to with him? On the one hand, he's invented a series of devices which, through pain and suffering, allow mortals to have near to perfect teeth and smiles. This just panders to vanity, and allows sadists all over the world to do what they love the most, and get paid an ungodly amount to do it - to people's children, even! (Think Little Shop of Horrors, and "I wanna be a DENTIST") On the other hand, I could really use someone that brilliant, to help out with the really BAD souls when they arrive.
What other choice did I have? I put him on my payroll. |
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| If you're really, really interested in talking with Adonis, you can find him rather often, late at night, in #thehun, on irc.webmaster.com. Come and join us. It's a lot of fun. Or you can email him, although I guarantee you that if you send him anything even remotely pornographic, he'll freak out and think you're a stalker and call the cops.... | ||
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And now, back to the Closet...
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