Hello fellow members:

Hello, my name is Stocknesmonster. When I was young, my father shaved my b@!!$ and made me believe in the legend of curly's gold. My mother was a prostitute with webbed feet named Cloe. I am here to say that the attack of the killer bunnies has finally diminished and a glorious commencement of frolicing through the woods with friendly lops has been brought forward. Yes, these lops do exist and no, I am not physically attracted to them. I am out. Word to your mother.


Stocknesmonster

 

I saw her once, all I saw was Her head riseing out of the water. Honest really. for reals. no lie.

 

is this the same stocksnesmonster of fame from last semester? if so it took you long enough to post up for crying out loud.