Update on Vladimir/Anton
Aug 8, 2010 16:35:01 GMT -6
Post by spies7anton on Aug 8, 2010 16:35:01 GMT -6
As all of you should know, I found love in Spies 7. Love in the form of an overweight, but WELL PROPORTIONED, evil demon clown spy. Lots of people didn't know what to make of our connection, some even went as far as to question my sexuality, but we all know the saying "you can't help who you love."
I endured plenty of heartbreak during the course of our tragic relationship. Having my man marry a pasty ginger bitch, only because I hadn't been blessed with a pair of ovaries, thwarting any hopes that the clown had of expanding his clown army. Praying daily that a pair of working ovaries with assembly instructions would be magically delivered to my doorstep. And of course, after getting over the denial stage, dealing with the fact that I had been fucked in a rucksack by my knight in shining facepaint.
To relive our relationship in video form: www.xtranormal.com/watch/6409399/
The relive our relationship through my eyes:
spies7.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=epseven&action=display&thread=3702
Anywho... since then, there's been plenty of shovel action going on. Gay? Try getting hit in the head with a shovel and laughing about it while feeling pleasure. Gay, my ass. Just a lot of bro'ing out, kicking it with the bro's, listening to Jack Johnson, maybe play some X-Box. We do things men do... we like to shit with the door open, we talk about pussy, we like to go on riverboat gambling trips, we make our own beef jerky. That's what we do.
We also go through struggles just like any other pair out there. Due to his strategic marriage of Cassidy, we've had trouble expanding our clan of clown. Despite our efforts, unfit mother Cassidy has custody of all of the children. She unfortunately has leverage because of his past as a spy. Due to the alimony he has to pay to her, his non-descript white van is no longer insured and it doesn't quite have the appeal it once had. He's also had to take up a part-time job as a dope dealer to support our out-of-control motherlanding habit.
If anyone knows a good lawyer, contact me. If anyone wants to kill Cassidy for free, contact me. I would do it myself, but my trigger finger was injured in a jazzercising accident.
Shout-out to Kirsten.
xoxo Anton.
I endured plenty of heartbreak during the course of our tragic relationship. Having my man marry a pasty ginger bitch, only because I hadn't been blessed with a pair of ovaries, thwarting any hopes that the clown had of expanding his clown army. Praying daily that a pair of working ovaries with assembly instructions would be magically delivered to my doorstep. And of course, after getting over the denial stage, dealing with the fact that I had been fucked in a rucksack by my knight in shining facepaint.
To relive our relationship in video form: www.xtranormal.com/watch/6409399/
The relive our relationship through my eyes:
spies7.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=epseven&action=display&thread=3702
Anywho... since then, there's been plenty of shovel action going on. Gay? Try getting hit in the head with a shovel and laughing about it while feeling pleasure. Gay, my ass. Just a lot of bro'ing out, kicking it with the bro's, listening to Jack Johnson, maybe play some X-Box. We do things men do... we like to shit with the door open, we talk about pussy, we like to go on riverboat gambling trips, we make our own beef jerky. That's what we do.
We also go through struggles just like any other pair out there. Due to his strategic marriage of Cassidy, we've had trouble expanding our clan of clown. Despite our efforts, unfit mother Cassidy has custody of all of the children. She unfortunately has leverage because of his past as a spy. Due to the alimony he has to pay to her, his non-descript white van is no longer insured and it doesn't quite have the appeal it once had. He's also had to take up a part-time job as a dope dealer to support our out-of-control motherlanding habit.
If anyone knows a good lawyer, contact me. If anyone wants to kill Cassidy for free, contact me. I would do it myself, but my trigger finger was injured in a jazzercising accident.
Shout-out to Kirsten.
xoxo Anton.