Cute.

German.

She said she is 18.

That is because I am talking to a girl on this site, so I am totally out there. I won't mention her name, you know how people are...

The Metro in Paris or Montreal

tortelini alla bolognese.

Whoops.

This post starts a new page, I bet.

Soiled underwear

I'm not playing anymore, you didn't like my story. Waah!

Cool story. I once returned to my hick town as a man of all seasons from the big city, in the prime of my life with a Jeep that was my step-father's 14th Jeep. So I had the best Jeep in the city no doubt. I ripped out the back seat and put a booming system, so that got the girls after me. Anyways off the main road there was a dirt road and it was at night, so I drove like a maniac on the dirt road, roaring with the flamethrower lights on. I had a tow truck on the front of my Jeep that could pull my Jeep up a cliff if needed, and then this guy freaks out and whips out a shot gun and is prepared to fire on me, so I get out of the Jeep and walk up to his front porch, because I never fear shit like that. And he asked me if I was his girlfriend's ex, because he used to do things like that, and I said no and just told him I was just venting on the back roads big city style. And he lowered the gun and let me go. But I have been shot at, I will tell that story later on, if I am reminded. I saw the gun flash.

Just fucken wid ya'

I always think these confessions are about you.

hooker.

Testy.

nose job

Musicals.

red spandex pants (from the movie Arthur).

That sounds pretty bad. We are indestructible, but if you give up, that is another thing.