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"Women love me. Some men love me too but that's not my
style. During most circumstances, I piss people off. Old
people..."
More about Fingers
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Occupation:
Without me most ya'll can't do SHIT. Shut up.
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Hobbies and Interests:
Slappin' foos, pleasuring women, picking noses, and stabbing people's eyes.
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Favorite Books:
War and Peace, any of Shakespeare's great works, the Bible, the Koran, Maxim Magazine, Elle
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Favorite Movies:
You know, when I'm in a theatre, I usually end up in dark, wet places somewhere in the back row. Can't see much except [noun deleted] and [noun delete]. Doesn't smell too good either.
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Favorite Music:
Eminem and Limp Bizkit. To hell with their music, I just like being in their videos.
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Favorite TV Shows:
With my mind's eye, I've been able to watch wonderful shows on the Cooking Channel. Mmmm... bare wet fingers.. rolling around in flour...
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About Me:
Women love me. Some men love me too but that's not my
style. During most circumstances, I piss people off. Old
people and teachers constantly use me to point out things,
apparently unaware of my inherent offensive meaning. All
good though. Some of my best customers include Eminem,
Stone Cold Steve Austin, Tupac, Sean Connery and that
homeless guy on the corner of Clay and Montgomery in San
Francisco. Also, when five of me get together, we slap the
f*ck outta foos. Slap em like bishes.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Any clean orifice, preferably female.
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fucking yank a cock. That foo tricked
me when I was hella blazed and shit. I
fucking shoved my finger up a hole so
stank it had to have been man ass. Man
ass, dawg, man ass. So I chopped one of
those niggas off, Yakuza style, out of
spite. Fuck you. Fuck all ya'll. Cept
the ladies. The ladies are cool.
able to communicate with danny, my
non-existance as a telepathic,
clairvoiant finger would doom danny and
his mom. i owe you one fingers.
know how great until you get Rosy Palm
and Fingers together. The combination
is unbeatable. Wait a minute...
nevermind.
new friend, i do not have fingers of
my own. or any appendages, for that
matter. when i want to pick something
up, i have to roll over it and hope it
sticks to my spiny skin. hey -- it's
better than nothing.
sticking to walls or getting pumped
up. When I flip out, his eye-stabs
are magnificent. Thank you Fingers.
but I realize now that they've always
stood by me. What would I do without
them?
through, during the good times and the
bad... mostly during the bad. Hopefully
he has made you as happy as the women
I've been with. I love you man.