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| Re: You're heading to Comic-con to get layed? by Sildenafil 07/18/2003, 3:58am PDT | ||||
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| No Raccon, or raccoon for that matter, costume or any other antro inspired motiffe. No sex either. I thought at least that sarcasm was apparent. Trying to get laid at a Comic Convention can only be likened to licking the floor of a Truck Stop's bathroom floor in the name of oral hygene. Though some of those goth girls in their corsets baring nipples covered only in duct tape would've beepassable if not for the perpetually disaffected air and oh so trendy heroine sheik. That and it's a FUCKING Comic convention. Should mysterious stranger vagina fall into my lap I would avoid it like the plague as there is likely to be teeth hiding within those labia
1st day=much booth wandering. Managed to snag the Chrono Cross soundtrack for 10 bucks, bought other assorted crap, avoided eye-contact with the 'scappers as they entreated me to help bring Farscape back to the Sci-Fi channel and won a raffle. For what? A Voltron poster. Be still my heart. This is nearly an anti-prize, as I could've snagged that Escaflowne Boxset instead. But no, I get to look at the power of pussy coming together for galatic justice. Woot. What else? Met the Lard man, i.e. he wears a mock paper bag of thick foam and far too tight Superman spandex baring a gut enormous. The picture does him more adequate justice. (Lard man was his chosen name and not an epithet) The promenade of the storm Troopers was disturbing, all 30 of them, and the six Bobba-Fets bearing Han Solo in carbonite in the between two squads of fifteen. I sleep now in preparation for onslaught tomorrow will bring. |
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Comic-Con by 07/17/2003, 12:34am PDT  You're heading to Comic-con to get layed? by 07/17/2003, 4:13am PDT Re: You're heading to Comic-con to get layed? by 07/18/2003, 3:58am PDT News Flash For you. by 07/18/2003, 5:17am PDT |
