Post by dane padaca on Mar 12, 2010 20:17:42 GMT -5
I CAN’T HELP MYSELF
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SAY HELLO TO DANE PADACA[/font]
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IT’S SOME KIND OF JOKE
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THE BASICS THE BASICS THE BASICS[/font][/center]
SO, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?[/B]
Dane Andres Padaca. Know it. Love it.
AND JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?
Almost twenty one. April twentieth - remember that date.
JUST TO MAKE SURE - MALE OR FEMALE?
Dick
WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING?
Punani only
WHERE CAN WE FIND YOU DURING THE DAY?
In my bed or on the couch sleeping. Or hungover. I work nights so when I'm not out getting fucked up I'm bouncing at Dollhouse (free titty is not as nice as it seems). It sucks but ya gotta be able to afford the bills and the habits.
WHO DO YOU MOST LOOK LIKE, AND WHY?
Can someone tell me who the fuck Alex Glenn is??? Must be a fine motherfucker.
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ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS
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THE PERSON THE PERSON THE PERSON[/font][/center]
WHAT ARE YOU INTO?[/B]
Music is pretty crucial.. I love me a sick, dirty bassline or anything that I can lay a girl down to. Live music is good, too. Festivals, concerts, yup, as long as booze and spliffs are involved, I'm happy. In saying that, I couldn't live without my 58" plasma full hd tv. I am male, afterall. Isn't the saying 'the bigger the better'? Basketball is huge but nothing beats boxing, playing or watching. Love me some sport, especially when it's on the plasma.
I might sound soft but family is pretty huge to me, even if I suck at being a good role model and son and shit. Love my dog Rambo - he's a bull terrier/staffy cross and he will eat your stupid ass purse dog. Well, I'll want him to eat it.. but he's too fat and lazy to do anything.
As always, there's the ladies. The more curves, the better; fuck waifs. Natural beats high maintenance anyday.. sure, might be nice to perv but the girl next door look is way more appealing. And with that comes sex - who doesn't love it?
This brings me to tattoos. Love getting them, hate them on chicks. Have about six and counting, myself. Booze is a permanent fixture in my life and drugs aren't far from being the same. Nothing wrong with a little green and some nose candy. Love me a good party - whether it's going out or staying in. And I'm a big fan of high rides and trips to the beach.
I love food - anything and everything - especially if it's spicey. The way to my heart is definitely through my stomach.
AND WHAT AREN’T YOU INTO?
Scenesters. I don't get it. You look like an idiot. Get the fuck away from me. Take those little yappy dogs with you. Fucking rats, all of them.
Body hair and body odor. Take care of that shit. I'm not sayin' I'm all metro but.. seriously.
I fucking hate suits. Like, the suit and tie type suits. They're even worse when guys wear 'em with sneakers. Class.
I will be one of those guys who goes on a rampage while driving. I can't stand people who can't drive. I seriously go postal. And it's always the chicks. Stop fucking with your hair and your makeup while your texting and drinking your starbucks and fucking drive. Speaking of texting.. what the fuck is with sending a hundred plus messages a day. Settle. If you want to have a conversation with me, grow some balls and ring me.
I'm still on the topic of girls, but this one's important. I hate when girls lie about their age. Jailbait is not good for guys like myself. Dress and act your age, kiddies, for my sake, k? Girls can be so fucking deceptive.
Lying. I know, I know. I'm guilty. But I hate that shit. I can't stand shady people and I can't stand bullshit. So don't even try.
Bad trips. Needs no explanation.
Back to chick. What the fuck is up with high waisted pants? They weren't good then, they aren't good now. And, with that, jumpsuits. Whatever happened to easy access??? Don't make shit more difficult than it has to.
Blondes. Don't cut corners with that shit. If you are gonna dye your hair, pay the money to get it done right. There's a particular blonde I have a love/hate relationship with. And I hate love/hate relationships.
Holier than thou's and straight edge/above the influence fuckheads. Blahblahblahblahblah. I don't need your self-righteous bullshit in my life.
Finally, anything and everything orange. Hate the fuit, the juice, the colour. It doesn't even rhyme with anything. Worthless.
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
Everything.
AND WHAT DO SUCK AT?
Behaving myself. And being nice. They kinda go hand-in-hand... and I fail miserably at both. I don't know how to tone it down, or sugarcoat anything... and I have no idea how to be anything but inappropriate. I can't help it, I say what I think. Too bad it's harsh. Harden the fuck up.
I'm not the best at staying out of trouble even though I'm trying to pull my head in but it's not that easy. Whether it's my fists or my mouth, they just like to fly. Maybe I'm too touchy. Maybe people are just stupid.
Relationships. Apparently I'm a tool. My communication skills aren't the best, I'll admit, and I've never been all that reliable. I've learned not to expect much, even though there are times I go in with good intentions... it just always ends up pear shaped. But, really, I'm shit when it comes to people skills. My mouth - and wandering eye - has lead to the ruin of many a relationship - platonic or not. And, yeah, actually doing the right thing could come in handy sometimes instead of being a cold-hearted, self-absorbed prick.
Oh yeah,
WANNA SHARE A SECRET?
Get fucked
WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF MOST?
I'm going to sound cliche and pathetic... but failure and being alone. I'm terrified of never amounting to anything. Want to make my momma proud some day. One day. And, really, who likes being alone?
IF YOU HAD TO DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN FIFTEEN WORDS, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?
Really? Dominant, aggressive, cocksure, stubborn, crass, stupid, impulsive, defensive, intimidating, street savvy, opportunist, independent, fun/reckless, protective/territorial, A.D.D. to the max... and sex on a stick.
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BOTTLES GIVE ME SOMETHING
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THE HISTORY THE HISTORY THE HISTORY[/font][/center]
WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?[/font][/blockquote]
My mom is Sun Padaca. She's a maid/nanny to the rich & famous. And I might be an asshole but I won't say her age.
My dad hasn't been in my life since he knocked my mom up the fourth time 'round. Don't wanna know him.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
Three of them:
Mason is seventeen, Carizza is sixteen, and Willie is fourteen. At last check, they all go to high school. They're pretty good kids. Mason can be a fuckwit and Rizzo needs to wear more clothes. Willie stays glued to the xbox - it keeps him outta trouble.
ANY OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES?
Just the stock standard cousins and aunts and uncles. The oldies aren't from this country..
TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOU LIFE.
FIRST PERSON. THREE PARAGRAPHS MINIMUM. ANYTHING YOU WANT. THEIR CURRENT SITUATION. THEIR HISTORY. WHY THEY'RE DOING WHAT THEY ARE?
YES WE LIVE FOR THE FAME
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THE ROLEPLAYER THE ROLEPLAYER THE R[/font][/center]
WHAT’S YOUR NAME?[/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE]
Sho
AND YOUR AGE?
Quarter of a century
AND WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
I play on DM and live in australia
CONTACT INFORMATION?
PM me here loves
AND A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.all the crazy shit I did tonight
those will be the best memories
I just wanna let it go for the night
that will be the best therapy for me
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It was official. Manny was on about a fifteen second delay which, in turn, left him staggering in an attempt to stay on his feet after copping a not so playful blow to the chest. It happened quicker than he had expected it. Had he even had the chance to get his cheeky comment out in full? Everything was blurring together as he stumble-hopped on one foot until his bare back collided with a wall. Fuck. Without a moments hesitation, Manny pushed himself away from the wall and lunged at the guy who had had the balls to throw a punch in his direction.
Manny pushed buttons. He hadn't exactly been looking for a fight but he couldn't really stop his mouth sometimes, especially when he had been drinking and Manny had been doing just that since around ten this morning. But, really, the guy's 'girlfriend' looked like a tramp. How was he suppose to know she 'belonged' to someone? His attempt to level a blow in retaliation was thwarted mostly by the crowd of bodies that stood between them. A few girls shrieked and then bitched after nearly being taken out and, for a moment there were various hollers as a few guys pried Manny off the guy the big Hawaiian had every intention of pummelling into a bloody pulp.
Again, Manny felt himself being pushed and, resisting at first, he eventually let himself be shoved away from the crowd, broad shoulder connecting with a doorway. Pausing there, allowing the structure to hold him upright, he cocked his head back, arrogantly hollaring out a few obscenities about the guy and his choice of punani. Eventually, once his head stopped buzzing from the adrenaline rush, he peeled himself away from the doorway and turned, hands moving up his face and back over his short hair. It was then he realised his hands weren't occupied. Where the hell had he left his beer?
Lumbering towards the kitchen area of the vacant house, he moved right past the chick in the skimpy outfit, not even noticing her at first. And it wasn't like she was an easy thing to miss - he was simply too focused on hgetting himself a beverage to bother with anything around him. Since the fridge wasn't on, he grabbed one that was swimming with a few others in a cooler full of melted ice, passing it from one hand to the other so he could give the wet hand a shake before wiping it across his bare stomach. There had been a shirt there at one point in time... lord knows where it went. Along with his belt. Although the belt had been ditched in a closet about two hours ago. The same closet that resulted in the small knot Manny now had on the side of his head; no matter how petite a girl is, big men do not fit into closets well. It should have been a lesson learned... but there had been far too much booze and substances pushing through his veins at that point in time.
Twisting the cap off with the underside of his forearm, he paid little attention to where the lid landed, his gaze and attention becoming temporarily glued on the life sized barbie doll that was not even five feet from him.. guzzling vodka.
Manny looked a bit.. bewildered. And, that alone should have sufficed as a huge compliment. Staring at her in wonder for a moment, his body then eased as he straightened, completely forgetting about his beer as an easy huff of a chuckle left him, lips spreading into a smug yet noticeably appreciative smirk. He appraised her with his eyes, letting his dark hues roam down the length of her long, tanned legs, taking in her curves and lingering on her rack before his dark eyes found her face. She was gorgeous in the most superficial sense of the word. Manny didn't think she was real. Parts of her, anyways. But the most obvious thing was that she didn't look like she belonged at this place. Had one of the guys called in a stripper?
Remembering his beer, he swapped it into his dominant hand and took a swig, eyes having yet to leave her. He gave his stomach a scratch before trailing that hand down to his shorts and into a front pocket. The act tugged his already dangerously low, dark coloured cargos down even further as his slow swagger drew him closer to her. His voice was low and words only a little bit slurry but that was a given seeing as his accent usually lead to his words rolling into one another, "You 'ere for the veggie show?" Spoken with complete honesty because, through Manny's own twisted take on process of elimination, he had decided that she had to be someone that was called into this place. Girls with faces like hers typically didn't show them in places with people like this.
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lyrics kid cudi&david guetta 'memories'
notes *veggie show - strip show.. with vegetables. Manny's an idiot
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