( see, now is the part where all you other guys start doing some role playing, and take on the parts of characters that you wish to see incorporated into this story...)
I love him. He's like those happy old people who become known for sitting by the side of a busy street and waving to passing cars. People drive by regularly and beep just to see him and get him to wave to them.
That's just like our Arpi... except he doesn't wave or anything. He just says mean things to you.
GonzoStyle Wrote:I pledge my undying love for Arpi, any retraction of this undying love is to be ignored.
Nominated for," 2005 poster of the year", by 4 out of 6 mods!
he had, how do the french say it, a certain I dont know what.
I love him. He's like those happy old people who become known for sitting by the side of a busy street and waving to passing cars. People drive by regularly and beep just to see him and get him to wave to them.
That's just like our Arpi... except he doesn't wave or anything. He just says mean things to you.
GonzoStyle Wrote:I pledge my undying love for Arpi, any retraction of this undying love is to be ignored.
Nominated for," 2005 poster of the year", by 4 out of 6 mods!
its in trash can, a lone spotlight shines upon it. The remains of the pizza go unnoticed by the hustle and bustle of the pizza shop. Longs for days where it was just a pile of flour and a dream. Awaits for days where its nothing but seagulls picking up the scraps while the rats scury across the way.: