Benzo Kazooie

[PancakeBrah]

I don't know what that retort even means.

Query;

If someone at a party wants to play Kings, and a group of people come to a consensus in that they, too, would like to play Kings, what do you do?

I imagine you dropping your red plastic cup, frozen. Mile-long stare. Lean night. After a brief moment, your gaze snaps to the Kings faggot. You walk up to him, real cool. Like Clint Eastwood. Lean night. Mind you, the whole place is just dead silent watching this. There's a guy holding the tap and he overfills his buddies cup. Someone you don't know is whispering into his cell phone "It's happening." A pair of girls are talking in hushed tones in the corner. Probably about wanting to fuck you. Lean night. Anyways, you walk up to him. You just let the tension build. Because this is your moment, the moment you're known for and you're going to own it, damnit. Then you smack him. Like the Kings-suggesting bitch he is. And you walk out of the party to cheers. Everyone follows you back to your place and fuck (just the girls though).

Forever the King. Split, who does not have time for your games.

[anime_boners]

Originally Posted by cakecakecake

I don't know what that retort even means.

Query;

If someone at a party wants to play Kings, and a group of people come to a consensus in that they, too, would like to play Kings, what do you do?

I imagine you dropping your red plastic cup, frozen. Mile-long stare. Lean night. After a brief moment, your gaze snaps to the Kings faggot. You walk up to him, real cool. Like Clint Eastwood. Lean night. Mind you, the whole place is just dead silent watching this. There's a guy holding the tap and he overfills his buddies cup. Someone you don't know is whispering into his cell phone "It's happening." A pair of girls are talking in hushed tones in the corner. Probably about wanting to fuck you. Lean night. Anyways, you walk up to him. You just let the tension build. Because this is your moment, the moment you're known for and you're going to own it, damnit. Then you smack him. Like the Kings-suggesting bitch he is. And you walk out of the party to cheers. Everyone follows you back to your place and fuck (just the girls though).

Forever the King. Split, who does not have time for your games.

DEAR. FUCKING. GOD.

I love you cake. I'm dying..