Hmm, I believe you belong to your fans who want to chop you up into little bits so they can run away and have a little bit of Bioxz23 all to themselves...

Creepy, nei?

Are you looking with thinly veiled horror at the people who have put you on their watch list, now? (whispers: I know I do, they're out to get meeeeeeeeeeee...)

I've been looking with not-so-thinly-veiled horror at the people on my watchlist for some time now... up 'tiil now, though, it's been a "Oh-God-I-Shouldn't-Like-This-Kind-Of-Sick-Stuff-Oh-Wait-Yes-I-Do-Shit!" kind of horror. Now I have an entirely NEW reason for doing so.

And while I wouldn't mind making the evening news, I think I'll just go hide out at whichever safe house you've been stored up in. Move over.

I have to laugh at a lot of the strange things that some people on this site profess to like (and get off on, for that matter). There is a very high squick-factor with a lot of it - but I guess you gotta remember it takes all sorts, right?

Heh, I think you're probably fairly safe with the people on your list, or at least the vocal ones, anyway. It's all the quiet ones you gotta be wary of.

If you're going to make the evening news, then do it for the right reasons. Bite-sized chunks are probably not the right reasons As for the safe house, uh, are you sure you want to move to Norway? Not that I mind (quite the opposite) it's just that it's gettin' kinda... y'know, cold here now.

Bring your Ugh-boots.

Norway's only slightly more North than Canada, so I think I could handle any cold you got. It's already pretty chilly here... and frighteningly, like an old man, I'm actually starting to feel it in my kneeeeeeees.

But hey, with global warming, chances are it's only as cold there now as it was here last year. So I think I'm good. Y'know... until the flooding.

They have great deals on zimmer-frames here in Norge Perfect for your... y'know... kneeeeeeees. Just watch out for the whipper-snappers. They have no respect.

Global warming?

I like to lie, shipwrecked and comatose..
Drinking fresh mango juice.
Goldfish shoals, nibbling on my toes!
Fun... fun... fun...
In the sun... sun... sun...

What? You mean he actually has to ask?

If just take whatever Bioxz that I want at the moment. *snags you by the arm and drags away*

(Oh, and how in the interstellar plane of WTF did you make it into the oval office? o.O))

-I'm being kidnapped! Oh, God, amber Alert! AMBER ALERT!!!-

(Hey, good eye! I actually did use the presidential desk as a rough base on which I sketched up this one... besides, it's not like Georgey boy is gonna need it anymore.)

Well... the desk wasn't very subtle. xD Not to mention the pose you're holding while seated at it doesn't do much to hide the executive factor at all.

If a man's home is his castle, then I am King, or Prime-Minister, or Executive, or whatever, and therefore I need both a desk and posture befitting of a King!

As well as large subordinates and lackeys. Positions are still available, BTW.

I dunno. I've never done well as an underling. There were always issues concerning my pay and something about unjustified glompage that led to issues with my supervisers. I personally never saw what the big deal was. *shrugs*

You could always make clones of yourself and sell each for $50 a pop!

Are clones really that inexpensive that I could make a profit markup within $50??

Sweetness! I'll go urinate in this cup.

Poor moose. ALL HE WANTS IS YOUR FEET! T_T

You did a great job on this, and I would comment further, but I just got back from a three day conference and my brain feels a bit like cafeteria-grade hamburger.

*collapses*

Oh, gee... ALL he wants is my feet? I need those to get around, ya know!!

Glad ya likes, although I pray that sentiment will still hold up even after you're brains decompress and... well, frankly, even AFTER you're done resting up, your brains are STILL going to look like ground beef.

We could always replace your feet with wheels...or perhaps stilts. Yeah, stilts would be awesome. :3

And on the end of each one could be a outsize cartoon character foot or something.

I feel better now that I've taken a couple showers and unpacked all my stuff. I swear, college housing conferences will wear you out. You'll shout until you're hoarse, listen to the screams of other campus cheers until you go deaf, eat until you burst (gotta love free food at almost any hour!), and of course, free stuff. Stickers, tshirts, balloons, pens, small children, goats, sloths, breakfast cereals, panties, people's feet, and of course porn.

They actually had a program where they had condom sumo wrestling. You basically got a nylon mesh thing placed over your head and body and then your arms were secured to your sides. Penis wars. Lol. At the end, some girl came out wearing one of those antenna headband thingies, except where the pompoms would be there were a pair of pink dildoes attached to the springs. I couldn't stop staring.

Anyway, boo for long replies. :(

... Sweet Buttery Allah, did I ever go to the wrong college.

*pulls his best confused face*

You're not confused. You're just... "well-mixed".

The feets is a lie! T.T

;o)

GASP! The Feets ISN'T a lie!!!!!11111111 They is right here on my legz!

...Just kidding, the Feets is totally a lie. :p

you ain't watchin him, are you?
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1703376/

Holy shit, thank you for the notice!

I wasn't, but for extremely shallow reasons, I sure as hell am NOW.

Not only are the feets a lie, the penises are ALSO a lie.

IT'S ALL A LIE. I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO MASTURBATE AGAIN.

Then... this thing I'm staring at in between my legs right now... DEAR GOD, WHAT IS IT?!

Okay, let's try to work this out... penis is a binary quality, that is, something is either penis or it is not penis. Here's a a table to help us determine it in binary:

1 = Penis.

0 = No-Penis.

2 = No-No-Penis.

... well, shit, I'm gonna hafta think about this one.

No-No Penis is a double negative, which means that it IS a penis.

How about this; You let me examine you and I'll tell you whether it's a penis or not. :3

Biox Bios Biox... NO U is not the right answer in such a situation.
MONEY PLZ on the other hand

And DO THE 70 PORNSTAR LOOK AND TAKE A PIC. I'll cheer you on and you'll be my God for a day 'n shitz :b

You may have a point there... I need to start making payments on that fancy mahogany desk...

Photo? IT SHALL BE DONE! I shall be Bioxz, the porn star who... uh... on average, gets laid about two or three times a year...

YEAH!

More ideas come to me.

Namely pictures of you with your shirt half off going "Are you sure this is okay?" and me with a huge ass camera going "Dude, don't you trust me?"

<3

Where there's a demand and lack of availability, there's a chance to make some money

YESSS
That sounds... little XD You poor thing *huggies* I get laid like once every second week or so : >
But then again I'm pimpi'n it with (fake)furjackets all the time, so every fggt out there wants a piece of me haha XD ~

Just look at me, oozing of teh smex~
http://misterleech.deviantart.com/a.....l-pic-83766033

But YEAH liek, TOTALY!

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RAWR

BEACHES R EVUL CUZ THEYZ SATURIMINATED WITH ALL THAT FOUR-YEAR-OLD URINE.

Or so I've been told... <.<