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Wakes you up in the middle of night, every night, to ask for your opinion on statistical data and weird encounters she had with people during the day.
 
Erases the grocery list board every morning before leaving for work.
 
LOL

Counts down from 50 to 3 out loud, pauses, closes eyes, counts slowly from 3 to 0, says "Please God" three times, before opening anything (doors, microwave, cabinets, toilet seats, pants to use the toilet, packages, books, webpages...). Every time.

Slam-Closes everything in a highly dramatic manner, while looking up and yelling out "Hakuna Matata, mother fucker!"

A bit crazy.
 
Not only walks around the house naked, flashing me every time, but asks me to take his photos and edit them too so he could post them on Count Down & Show some Skin Thread!
 
I'am trapted taking care of my wheelchair bound father and working my fine ass of for nothing but I don't mind I just want to be rich and famous and surgically enhanced.
 
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I want to hookup with devil and his demonic minions preferably in a cemetary or abondoned church but I will settle for a satantic hot nun or demonic sexy pastor but I think for now I will just have to go with shagging horny fellow goths and want to be vampires.
 

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