Drowy (Drobabes) General OOC

[Drobabes]

Somewhat early. I go in, in like...ten minutes. But it means I get off early, so that's nice

Oooh~ lasagna~

 

[Poprockz]

Indeed it is!

Mm. Nothing better than noodles, meat, and cheese.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mmmmmmmm.... you had me at noodles, meat, and cheese. When should we all show up for dinner?

 

[Poprockz]

You have to show up at the stroke of midnight, no later. You must secretly be wearing a bubblegum pink thong, but you must also wear a spiked biker jacket.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Do we have to guess the password? Or will you tell us?

 

[Poprockz]

You have to moan, “Oh John, the Lasagna! Oooooh!” In the sluttiest voice you can manage.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

See you at midnight!

 

[Drobabes]

F-freedom! T_T

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Congratu-frikkin-lations!

Edit: Did that sound sarcastic? It was NOT supposed to!

 

[Drobabes]

Lol XD

Just a smidge, just a smidge. I'll forgive it...this once

Nouh T_T kick my ass if I don't post in our thread soon T_T

 

[Poprockz]

@Nouh: <_< Jeez, Nouh, hating on her for getting off work? That’s low, bro. Go eat a snickers.

@Drobabes: once again, do you need the threat of sexy Garfield to motivate you?

 

[Drobabes]

Do-don't.... don't you fucking dare! D<

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Is that where the pink thong and spiked jacket come in?

 

[Poprockz]

@Drobabes: You know what you must do, or face the ungodly sexiness of the orange cat.

@Nouh: I want you to close your eyes after reading this small paragraph:

John is in the kitchen, putting the dishes in the sink to soak. As always, the dish turned out perfectly. The orange, anthropomorphic cat slowly saunters into the kitchen, its breasts bounce teasingly just under the spiked leather jacket as its thick thighs rub together with each step. The bubblegum pink thong is hopelessly struggling to escape the recesses of that thick, thick booty. John looks up, his eyelids hooded as his pants tent. “So... I knew you couldn’t resist... You want it in your mouth, don’t you?”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

As he reaches the heights of climax, John cries out to the heavens, “Oh, Odie!”

The next evening, he winces as he makes another batch of lasagna. The claw wounds haven’t quite closed yet.

 

[Poprockz]

Oh shit, that was a twist I wasn’t expecting! XD 10/10 Storytelling.

 

[Drobabes]

You know, you guys are supposed to punish someone AFTER they haven't held up their end of the bargain.

Edit: I hate you both.

 

[Poprockz]

Oh, you think that was the punishment? Oh no no, it’ll be much worse than that. That was but a taste.

 

[Drobabes]

 

[Poprockz]

Not before John’s Johnson finds the perfect pussy.

 

[Drobabes]

*rolls over and dies*

 

[Poprockz]

I’m probably going to bed soon, but I have the perfect naughty little picture saved. If you want to see it, then by all means, don’t make any posts tonight. Goodniiiight~!

 

[Drobabes]

I might not be in here for a day or two. I shall be back. Let's call it uh... mental health break.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Get some rest, Drobabes! Take care of yourself!

 

[Poprockz]

Yeah, get some of that self care. we’ll see you back when you’re feeling better, whether that ends up being a couple days or longer.