Firmhanded_Daddy
reborn in flame
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You can not sneak a sneaker!
Does not work.
*shakes head*
Fine. I'll just make you scream.
Grins wickedly
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You can not sneak a sneaker!
Does not work.
*shakes head*
Fine. I'll just make you scream.
Grins wickedly
You can not sneak a sneaker!
Does not work.
*shakes head*
... I guess that depends on how you make me scream.
You're not going to bring Mr. Jingles, the psychotic clown, out are you?!?
Anything but Mr. Jingles!
*soft words breeze against her earlobe*
I believe you underestimate the sneakiness, miss.
Well I was going to fuck you mercilously until you screamed for me... but I can get hold of Mr. Jingles if that is what you want.
*chuckles, glancing around* You're a ninja, you can always sneak this sneaker.
If you got Mr. Jingles, I'd probably cry.
And hide.
And have a panic attack.
And possibly die.
Then it'd be your fault.
This is true. *plops down beside her, still munching popcorn*
What, pray tell, is Mr. Jingles?
*whispers*
Don't worry, if he won't fuck you mercilessly, I certainly will.
Mr. Jingles is a psychotic clown how likes hiding under bad girl's beds and kidnapping them while they sleep.
Or so I'm told at least.
*shivers* Clowns. Bleh. I'm sleeping with a gun.
Oh....I've never been frightened of clowns, but they can be creepy lookin'.
Just...let me know when you're gonna sleep with the gun so I can not do ninja stuff that might get me shot. K?
*chuckles, glancing around* You're a ninja, you can always sneak this sneaker.
If you got Mr. Jingles, I'd probably cry.
And hide.
And have a panic attack.
And possibly die.
Then it'd be your fault.
WTH is this about mean clowns. Fuck that noise.
I'm leaving this place while y'all are being scary. Gonna go log my workout.
skips out
Currently wondering if I'm gonna get sick every month or not.
Why can't I have a decent immune system?
My head hurts.
I'm terrified.
*nods nods*
Here, how about this, if the night light is on that means there's a gun under my pillow. If it's off, you're free to be ninja.
I'm really bad at being sick, too. I get all pathetic and mopey and refuse to do anything.-kisses her cheek.-
Sorry to hear that sweetheart.
I can relate.
Ok, that works. *nods*
I'm really bad at being sick, too. I get all pathetic and mopey and refuse to do anything.
Heh, okay here's the story.
Clowns freak me the fuck out. Like crazy badly. I WILL have a panic attack and cower like a little child if I'm around a clown.
Mr. Jingles comes into play because one of the other managers has a doll that's named Mr. Jingles. He brought the clown thing in because he knew I hate it. (This was Sunday.) I pretty much threatened him and now they keep talking about him and saying that Mr. Jingles is coming to get me.
So now I can't stop thinking about Mr. Jingles
I'd call Red. Screw that noise.
Oh honey...I'm so sorry. Course now I'm gonna make it worse.
At the big kink festival in my town (and yes there is one) they do a clown takedown scene. Where three of the most well known, meanest and most prolific sadists in my community dress up as clowns.
They then take down one girl.
Who screams, fights, bites, struggles to escape them.
She never does.
Ends up hogtied and stripped in front of a huge audience by three clowns.
Scariest/hottest thing I've ever seen.
Holy shit.
I'm really bad at being sick, too. I get all pathetic and mopey and refuse to do anything.
-chuckles softly-
Yeah. I have those days too.