What is your SSN and DOB

Ihaman · 07-01-2003, 05:04 PM

000-00-0001
09-29-83

Ihaman · 07-01-2003, 05:06 PM

your avatar is telling me "she's a fat pillow" over and over again

Toby · 314-59-2653 3/5/89

314-59-2653

3/5/89

Toby · 07-01-2003, 05:07 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Ihaman
your avatar is telling me "she's a fat pillow" over and over again

I Love You · 07-01-2003, 05:10 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Ihaman
your avatar is telling me "she's a fat pillow" over and over again

STOP IT!

waffleface · 07-01-2003, 05:32 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Ihaman
your avatar is telling me "she's a fat pillow" over and over again

lollers!*($U *high five* fat pillow!

yo soy el mejor · 07-01-2003, 06:08 PM

644-10-360?

6-18- 85

beef curtains · 07-01-2003, 07:55 PM

We drove on in silence, Sol sucking bloodied knuckles, and Lupita and Victor and Orlando were all passed out in the back. Someone was snoring. I think it was Lupita.

“What road?”

“Stop,” he said. “Right there.” He stared down it a moment, was silent, blinking lethargically. “Want a rush?” he asked, turning to me, in that beyond-gravelly baritone that made my palms sweat, my chest ache, my mouth dry. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. Hell yeah. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than a rush right then.

“All right then,” he said. “Turn right onto this road here.” I did, loving the purr of the ballsy engine as I slowly eased into the stifling dark of this road, staring into the blackness before me. “What do you think is down there?” he asked, and I shook my head. Shrugged. I hadn’t a clue. “Let’s find out.” My heart skipped a beat and I nodded. “Get her goin’,” he said, gently, coaxing me. I looked at him, unable to breathe. “Go! Now!” I redlined, jammed her into first, and popped the clutch. The car stood frozen as the Toyo rubber smoked and burned, screaming into the night for what seemed like an eternity, then finding traction and eating up the road with an intense eagerness matched only by my own. My hand was white-knuckle on the stick, and my entire body jolted as I felt Sol’s close over it. He was switching amazingly alert eyes back and forth between me, the gauges, and the road.

“All right, now,” he said, his deep voice dripping over me like melted wax, searing me, and I shoved in the clutch. He knew somehow, with an ultimate accuracy, when it was all the way in, and he slammed into second. I watched the speeSoleter. Fifty-five…Sixty…And the next time we shifted, there were no words. We just did, hurtling down…

“Push that red button on the wheel,” Sol said, and I did, without asking, without thinking. An urgent screech of the tires and I was thrown back into my seat, the air knocked from my lungs in one stunned punch. Speed. Instant, empowering…

The night whistled past us as we blasted like jettisoned space waste into that hot, heartpounding delirium before us. I was high from hyperventilation but didn’t realize it, thought it was all part of the ride. Probably buzzing from the loss of blood in my brain, too…My thighs were trembling and everything between them shook and throbbed. I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life, and sex had nothing to do with it.

My heart was on overdrive, a staccato speed-inebriated rhythm banging in my throat, and we flew on forever, and the world consisted of nothing but me, Sol, and the sea of writhing, pulsating black that swallowed us.

“GRAVEL! SHIT! STOP!” he screamed, letting go of my hand and the stick, and I slammed on the brakes too late; we were already in it. The car careened, out of control, and I held onto the wheel for hell’s hope of life to come, closed my eyes as we spun once, twice, flying, backward, into a field, and stopped hard, my face just barely averting collision with the wheel and my chest exploding with a crushing agony as my belt snapped taut and threw me into my seatback. I sat still a moment, buzzing…Sol sighed shakily and laughed with the same breath, tousling my hair.

“Jesus Christ. Sol, you crazy fuck!” Lupita exclaimed, but we ignored her. Barely heard her. Sol moaned low in his throat and ran one hand over his own head, then grinned lopsidedly at me.

“You like that?"

twilightfadez · 07-01-2003, 07:57 PM

595-00-1237

*righhhhhht*

08/18/80

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07-01-2003, 05:04 PM	#2
Ihaman Sometimes, though. Location: Hazard, California Posts: 21,274	000-00-0001 09-29-83

07-01-2003, 05:06 PM	#3
Ihaman Sometimes, though. Location: Hazard, California Posts: 21,274	your avatar is telling me "she's a fat pillow" over and over again

07-01-2003, 05:07 PM	#4
Toby Just Hook it to My Veins! Location: the mtns Posts: 43,034	314-59-2653 3/5/89

07-01-2003, 06:08 PM	#8
yo soy el mejor Banned Location: all over the Internet Posts: 43,693	644-10-360? 6-18- 85

07-01-2003, 07:55 PM	#9
beef curtains Immortal Location: I like me so much better when you're naked Posts: 21,752	We drove on in silence, Sol sucking bloodied knuckles, and Lupita and Victor and Orlando were all passed out in the back. Someone was snoring. I think it was Lupita. “What road?” “Stop,” he said. “Right there.” He stared down it a moment, was silent, blinking lethargically. “Want a rush?” he asked, turning to me, in that beyond-gravelly baritone that made my palms sweat, my chest ache, my mouth dry. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. Hell yeah. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than a rush right then. “All right then,” he said. “Turn right onto this road here.” I did, loving the purr of the ballsy engine as I slowly eased into the stifling dark of this road, staring into the blackness before me. “What do you think is down there?” he asked, and I shook my head. Shrugged. I hadn’t a clue. “Let’s find out.” My heart skipped a beat and I nodded. “Get her goin’,” he said, gently, coaxing me. I looked at him, unable to breathe. “Go! Now!” I redlined, jammed her into first, and popped the clutch. The car stood frozen as the Toyo rubber smoked and burned, screaming into the night for what seemed like an eternity, then finding traction and eating up the road with an intense eagerness matched only by my own. My hand was white-knuckle on the stick, and my entire body jolted as I felt Sol’s close over it. He was switching amazingly alert eyes back and forth between me, the gauges, and the road. “All right, now,” he said, his deep voice dripping over me like melted wax, searing me, and I shoved in the clutch. He knew somehow, with an ultimate accuracy, when it was all the way in, and he slammed into second. I watched the speeSoleter. Fifty-five…Sixty…And the next time we shifted, there were no words. We just did, hurtling down… “Push that red button on the wheel,” Sol said, and I did, without asking, without thinking. An urgent screech of the tires and I was thrown back into my seat, the air knocked from my lungs in one stunned punch. Speed. Instant, empowering… The night whistled past us as we blasted like jettisoned space waste into that hot, heartpounding delirium before us. I was high from hyperventilation but didn’t realize it, thought it was all part of the ride. Probably buzzing from the loss of blood in my brain, too…My thighs were trembling and everything between them shook and throbbed. I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life, and sex had nothing to do with it. My heart was on overdrive, a staccato speed-inebriated rhythm banging in my throat, and we flew on forever, and the world consisted of nothing but me, Sol, and the sea of writhing, pulsating black that swallowed us. “GRAVEL! SHIT! STOP!” he screamed, letting go of my hand and the stick, and I slammed on the brakes too late; we were already in it. The car careened, out of control, and I held onto the wheel for hell’s hope of life to come, closed my eyes as we spun once, twice, flying, backward, into a field, and stopped hard, my face just barely averting collision with the wheel and my chest exploding with a crushing agony as my belt snapped taut and threw me into my seatback. I sat still a moment, buzzing…Sol sighed shakily and laughed with the same breath, tousling my hair. “Jesus Christ. Sol, you crazy fuck!” Lupita exclaimed, but we ignored her. Barely heard her. Sol moaned low in his throat and ran one hand over his own head, then grinned lopsidedly at me. “You like that?"