Rye

Nice to meet'cha! (does this even count lol) Cheese

*pokes Astra-chan*

IT'S BACK.

You're doing great! Is it possible for me to ever get tired of eating bacon?

Irresponsible~

YAY!

*SAVES*

*smacks the person above me with a pillow*

Where's your question?

Sandwich! Pizza or ice cream?

What do you mean?

*dodges glass slipper* *glass slipper breaks* Hey! Throws a trophy

i choke you with lots of hair. You can't breathe, and you die. Cheese

999 926

Banned for having a display name that begins with "a"

What would you do if you got bit by a mutant bug and became a mutant bug yourself?

DCW's Mafia Boss

The Way I Loved Tea Chips

*kicks*

Ramirez! Do the laundry!

Harry Potter and the Television of Azkaban Cheese (It was challenging. It was very different from what we reviewed, but I managed to answer most of the questions. Some of the questions really needed a lot of time to solve ) (How about yours?)

Ramirez! Don't eat the cake!

Car horns blared as the traffic worsened. Curses could be heard all around, from angry drivers who apparently were getting late for work. In the middle of the traffic was a black sedan, and inside was a woman who looked of foreign descent, her blond hair tied back. She wore sunglasses even though the vehicle was heavily tinted, and she wore a lot of mascara and her lips flaming red. The woman sat cross-legged at the backseat, her leather black trench coat hanging over her thigh. Beside her was a brusque-looking man, his hair a clean, sharp crew cut. He also wore sunglasses, which were far too small for his face, and he wore a bluetooth earpiece. Like the woman, he had a leather black trench coat, but he was wearing them, unlike her. Suddenly a phone rang, and the man tapped his earpiece. "Ma'am, it's for you," the man said with a thick Russian accent, as he handed the phone to the woman. Pressing it up against her ear, she spoke, with an unusual foreign accent. "What is it?" We've found the guy, Ma'am. The woman sat up straight, listening intently. "Have you made contact? Have you gotten him?" She asked. Not yet, Ma'am. He's with two other guys. Apparently, these men cornered him. They look like they're Turkish. "Oh, they must be some thugs. Have there been any gunfire?" Not yet Ma'am, but they've brought out their--- A gunshot was heard from the other line. "What's happening now?" The woman demanded. The other line went silent, and after a few moments the voice came back. Ma'am, I just switched places. It appears they're having a standoff. "Well, apprehend him immediately! We need him alive. The Boss said so." Roger that.

10409

Ramirez! Eat this cookie!