The control V Game, V2 Options

[HongKongDong]

Other one already reached 20 pages...


reply with a number!!! reply to this bulletion by sending me a message of the number that best describes your feelings towards me!! You can put however many numbers you need!!

1= I like you
2= I love you
3= You're funny
4= You're cool
5= I don't really care for your personality
6= I wanna be on you!
7= You're sexy
8= You have a nice body
9= I hate you
10= You're boring
11= You're lame
12= You have an awesome personality
13= I want to kiss every part of your body
14= I wanna do you 'til you scream my name!!!
15= I want to go out with you
16= I'm looking for a relationship with you
17= call me
18= you're cute

Afterwards, repost it and see what number people will send you

Myspace bulletin =X

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[-Let's Go-]

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[-One More?-]

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