Discussion in 'Non Sci-fi Debates' started by havocfett, Nov 7, 2011.
I'm the classy faggot with the flower in his hair, obviously.
I think I speak for everyone when I ask how you felt the word classy was justified?
I'm just a classy kind of guy.
I'm the classy gentleman to the right.
Might I inquire how old you are?
Here's me, 15 min ago:
All I see is a white square.
Wow, if you are become more white you are gonna blend with the walls.
Man I feel so old right now.
Click the white square and receive enlightenment.
I'm twenty two.
Seriously? I would have guessed 15-18.
Forever young. The woman next to me is even older.
She looks twelve.
Ahaha, I know, right?
This, I my first thought was "Aw how cute, his first girlfriend".
Hmm, never really thought I looked that young. Ah well.
Yeah, man, you do. You don't want to claim you're 22, the police will be all up in your grill over your statutory rape of your girlfriend.
She'll save me with her Physics degree and ID card.
So much this. Here I thought this was Darkandus and his first middle-school love, and I find out he's only a few years younger than me!
Now I don't feel old, just prematurely aged.
Don't feel bad. I just have fantastic aging genetics. Most people in my family only look like they've hit their thirties when they're around fifty.
I felt compelled to resurrect this thread as I killed my beard and cosplayed as Sephiroth for the girlfriend's birthday.
I figured that was worth a post. Hair had started reverting by this point.
Wait, what!?! How old is she!?!
You don't go around telling people a woman's age. Have you no class sir?
Y'know, I was going to show my picture, until I realized I didn't have any outside of ones other people took of me at parties.
EDIT: Ahhh screwit, here's a pic from Washington:
On a scale of douchiness from Dalai Lama to Jersey Shore, how do I score?
Not QUITE Jersey Shore. I'd give you a:
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