“Oh, the photos are nice, but these individual strands of my victims’ hair are the TRUE mementos. Now, which one to whack off to tonight? Hmm, Cara’s page is already pretty sticky, maybe Audrey deserves some attention…”
*phone rings* “Hello?”
“It’s all over, Andrews. You may have fooled your school and your town, but now you’re dealing with Mandy Fucking Patinkin, you little shit. YOU’RE GOING DOWN!”
“And now you know…the rest of the story. Be sure to tune in next week, where I tell the tale of “The One Who Wouldn’t Stay Quiet”. Next week, on Archie Andrew’s Conquests Theater.”
“Ahem…’Now I, Moroni, write somewhat as seemeth me good; and I write unto my brethren, the Lamanites; and I would that they should know that more than four hundred and twenty years have passed away since the sign was given of the coming of Christ.'”
“Dean’s fingers press down a second before they pull away, slipping down under his breastbone and Sam has to fight the instinct to hold Dean’s hand there and show him how easy it is to dig into a person…”
Wanna find out how a redheaded dipshit like me left all this high quality trim hanging at the finish line? Call the Archie Hotline at [number redacted] and for $1.99 a minute I’ll give you all the details.
They were helpless
They were hopeless
Then along came Archie!
They were joyless
They were boyless
Then along came Archie!
They’re my angels
I’m their devil
And I keep those embers aglow
When I woos ’em
I can’t lose ’em
‘Cause I cast my spell ‘n’
They start yellin’
Fire down below!
They were listing
They were sinking
Then along came Archie!
They were desp’rate
They were drinking
Then along came Archie!
So romantic
They were frantic
Then their prayers were heard up above!
Heaven sent them
Their Archie!
I’m the celebration of love!
“And so, Archie’s assembled love slaves crawled to him, their nubile bodies oiled and ready, as they all gathered to worship his huge, manly…”
*ring ring!*
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Oh, Betty’s diary is so fanciful. As if she has the time to stalk me this thoroughly!
“If they only knew the one I really care about is Reggie!”
“Lord knows, pimpin’ ain’t easy!”
“There, I’ve completed my magnun opus: ‘Everything I Know About Fashion'”
(pages are blank)
Time to play the game again.
“Oh, the photos are nice, but these individual strands of my victims’ hair are the TRUE mementos. Now, which one to whack off to tonight? Hmm, Cara’s page is already pretty sticky, maybe Audrey deserves some attention…”
*phone rings* “Hello?”
“It’s all over, Andrews. You may have fooled your school and your town, but now you’re dealing with Mandy Fucking Patinkin, you little shit. YOU’RE GOING DOWN!”
“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!”
*hail of gunfire*
*credits*
“And now you know…the rest of the story. Be sure to tune in next week, where I tell the tale of “The One Who Wouldn’t Stay Quiet”. Next week, on Archie Andrew’s Conquests Theater.”
My secret? Plaid collars. Drives the bitches -crazy-.
Another sexy, sexy evening in the Masturbatorium! Who’s a loser NOW?
…who am I talking to?
“Can’t wait for that gender-swapped issue to come out… finally I’ll be more beautiful than any of them!”
“I banged her, I banged her not. I banged her, I banged her not . . .”
“I know I’ll never be another Zodiac killer. But in my own quiet way…I am content.”
Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, and the autumn moon is bright.
“Ahem…’Now I, Moroni, write somewhat as seemeth me good; and I write unto my brethren, the Lamanites; and I would that they should know that more than four hundred and twenty years have passed away since the sign was given of the coming of Christ.'”
‘Mon cher. Votre long cou. Votre peau douce. J’ai peur de toucher. Je crains au goût. J’hésite. J’étudie. Je dévore.’
subtitles ‘Hur-hurrr, titties, hur-hurrr’
“Dean’s fingers press down a second before they pull away, slipping down under his breastbone and Sam has to fight the instinct to hold Dean’s hand there and show him how easy it is to dig into a person…”
Yes, so many beautiful girls, but they pale before my greatest challenge. My greatest prize.
Grundy, you WILL be mine.
Wanna find out how a redheaded dipshit like me left all this high quality trim hanging at the finish line? Call the Archie Hotline at [number redacted] and for $1.99 a minute I’ll give you all the details.
“97, 98, and 99. Yep, 99 problems.”
Archie narrates the TV movie version of his Reader’s Digest Drama in Real Life.
“I called Audrey* on impulse, expecting nothing more than a typical date. But fate had something else in store.”
[* not her real name.]
“… and now that I’ve hung all the photos around the room, I’m going to invite all my girls here at the same time to admire them. What could go wrong?”
…now who do I want Sabrina to turn me into this week…?
They were helpless
They were hopeless
Then along came Archie!
They were joyless
They were boyless
Then along came Archie!
They’re my angels
I’m their devil
And I keep those embers aglow
When I woos ’em
I can’t lose ’em
‘Cause I cast my spell ‘n’
They start yellin’
Fire down below!
They were listing
They were sinking
Then along came Archie!
They were desp’rate
They were drinking
Then along came Archie!
So romantic
They were frantic
Then their prayers were heard up above!
Heaven sent them
Their Archie!
I’m the celebration of love!
Applying the Konami Code to cunnilingus really paid off!
UnSub’s entry may be the Archiest so far.
Oh Jesus, if I could only read braille.
To ladies’ faces
I’m but a slave!
So why’d I kill ’em?
BURMA SHAVE
“Oh, Garfield, will your antics never cease?”
“And so, Archie’s assembled love slaves crawled to him, their nubile bodies oiled and ready, as they all gathered to worship his huge, manly…”
*ring ring!*
“I wonder what Sabrina does with all of the sacrifices I’ve brought to her in the last six days.”
“The human whose name is written in this note shall die.”
“Facebook.”