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DISCLAIMER.

Hello earthlings.
I am a Martian from well, obviously, Mars.
However I understand that there is a brand of chocolates called Mars.
My mission is to eliminate all Earthly things that insults Mars.
Take me to your leader.

okay that was crap. lol.

PROFILE.

Kelvin
24
11/12/1989
AHSNCC '02-'05
TJCCC 06/07
NTU ' 2014

PASSIONS.

climbing
travelling
mahjong
dota
good food
Cristiano Ronaldo

LINKS.

audrey
choonwei
chicken
darren
ernest
graham
jingwen
joyce
judith
junyu
liang wei
limzy
liwan
michelle
phoebe
rachel
shalynn
shuhui
yixiu
zhaoxiu
zhirong
zoe


TALK.






ARCHIVES.


CREDITS

Designer: that!fourleafclover
Basecodes: DayBeforeMisery
Resources: 1 2



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Date: Thursday, July 22, 2010 || Time: 6:17 PM
here's something that might brighten up your day. :D

A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately.


She seductively signaled that he should bring his face closer to hers. As he did, she gently caressed his full beard.


"Are you the manager?" she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands.

"Actually, no," he replied.


"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she said, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.

"I'm afraid I can't," breathed the bartender... "Is there anything I can do?"


"Yes. I need you to give him a message," she continued, running her forefinger across the bartender's lip and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them and lick them gently.

"What should I tell him?" the bartender barely managed to say.


"Tell him," she whispered, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."


LOL!