Boyfriends/Girlfriends in reality

[Zyber Risotto]

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend in reality? If so how's it going?
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[Mochi Totoro]

Ahh, unrequited love...
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Join the stfuclub. By initiation only. USAB.

[Pojo Burritos]

I'm married to the internet
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[Flsurfergirl Lebowski]

Meh, my love belongs to the ocean.
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[Zyber Risotto]

[Evert House]

I thought i married the internet, ah well i guess this is the divorse.
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Clicky

[Stuart Lebowski]

[Homer Simpson]

[Jim Lebowski]

Oh no....I now have to restrain from the endless innuendo that could stem from this topic....Yeah.

...I have half of one.
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Above information may be faulty.

[Robert House]

"I'm single-ee-ee-ee right now.
That's what I wanna be..."
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"Money isn't the most important thing in life. Freedom is."

Avatar, signatures, pictures and anything where's my name are ©

[Jim Lebowski]

[Blackbear Smith]

Information like that of my life will be save for someone who actually would give a positive remark. Unfortunately for you guys, you won't hear a thing from me.
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[Shorty Simpson]

For all you know, I could be Hugh Hefner.
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Yeah I grew an inch and a half but am still pretty short, wanna fight about it?

[Pojo Burritos]

Or you could be a sad, lonely boy who's never had a relationship, who cries himself to sleep at night and talks with his friends about a fake love life you've had since you were 8. You could spend your days online, pretending to be a cool guy with lots of lovers, and always telling one girl on Myspace that you're there for her and show her pictures of an emo guy you found on Google, claiming it to be yourself, and when you're in public, you talk about her like you've met, like you've known each other for ages. But then someone learns the truth and holds it over your head for months, and there's nothing you can do about it. Eventually, he decides to tell everyone that you've been lying for so long, to which you respond by simply crying and running out of the room, the entire group of people laughing their guts out, all if it directed at you, the insults, the jokes, all of it. When you get home you lock yourself in your room, and five hours later your parents find a note on your bed, scribbled in your sloppy hand-writing. By the time they find your body, it's too late.


I'm on to you Shorty!
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[Homer Simpson]

Wow, I was reading that while listening to the first part of Leona Lewis' Bleeding Love, and read it in my mind with a dark echoey voice.
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