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[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[if he doesn't do something soon, he's going to lose it.]

..twenty questions. Go.

Comments

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

It looks like you're hiding roadkill in your hair.

I don't know, probably some superhero shit. How old are you, like thirteen?

[coontail.livejournal.com]

Seventeen! Just because I'm short doesn't mean I don't pack in other redeeming qualities, either.

[twirls his coon tail between his fingers.]

What do you do for a living?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

[can't help but laugh juuust a little, because that coon tail looks..ridiculous. ..even if the striped effect is kind of..neat.]

I'm a porn star. What kind of music do you listen to?

[coontail.livejournal.com]

Porn star. ...well, at least you made it that far.

You wanna hear?

[he's got his ipod right in his pocket.]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

No. And what exactly do you mean by that?

[coontail.livejournal.com]

I mean I'd have to punch you if you pulled something stupid like becoming a dirty nasty street corner whore. I'd rather another me be clean and famous for putting his dick in things.

[takes out his ipod.]

And you're listening anyway.