Wednesday, April 30, 2008

The school year is almost over.
Post someone you've crushed on this year.


Anonymous
06:06:00 PM
4/28/2008

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wouldn't that break the tangst names policy?

Anonymous said...

that one insanely hot vietnamese kid.

Anonymous said...

To anon 1:
Not sure, actually. But there's been a post (or more) like this before.

Anonymous said...

Crush posts seem to tread a fine line here. It could probably go either way depending on the context and tone of the comments.

My guess is we'd have a slew of additions to the censored-comments listing.

Anonymous said...

I crushed on that girl who works at the pool, I crushed on that girl in English, I crushed on my hand, I crushed on my new pants, I crushed on the keyboard, I crushed on the bathroom floor every morning afternoon and evening, I crushed all over my computer screen...12 times a day, one time I crushed and the crush went so high it went over my shoulder, I was pretty proud of it even though I got a little crush on my shirt. But still over my shoulder thats a pretty good crushshot.

Anonymous said...

^ okay, why are guys so proud of how far they can shoot their semen while masturbating? I mean, in the real deal, it's only got a couple inches to go at most. The fallopian tubes are not basketball hoops.

Anonymous said...

I'm a guy, and being proud of semen shooting skills has never crossed my mind.

Anonymous said...

yes I believe it was a joke actually

Anonymous said...

Yeah I would have to second that notion, anon number right before me. I crushed on... literally almost all of my girl friends. Lame. See also: most of the girls I met who were not my friends.

Anonymous said...

I crushed on the 6th floor RA with the thick wavy hair and bookish charm. Too bad I never worked up the courage to talk to him.

Anonymous said...

The redheaded man with the nordic name and the piercing blue eyes who scoops ice cream at the upscale ice cream shoppe downtown, the ginger-haired rock-climbing german who I see sometimes at the rival high school, the boy I salsa'd with at the block party down the street whose name I never learned but who dipped me almost to the ground and smiled, and that one band kid with the beatles haircut and the red cheeks who always looks slightly preoccupied, as if he's hearing music no one else can.

Anonymous said...

my fallopian tubes are basketball hoops.