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WHOOOOHOOOOO! GO YOU! See? More womens for you then... ;) Oh ALEX! You have Johnny Depp...remember?

*Clears throat* Yes Prawn. You do have to. ;)

Agreed. So.... ;P On a less depressing topic--almost silly... I love his smile... does anyone here?

So I do not get you in trouble ;P (besides, you have de awesome Lisa and the mens that came up with this little strike)... I claim Michael Jackson...who dresses nice, possibly smells good, and showers.... *Swoons*

LOL! Yes, see? Mens that are clean gets all de womens, hokay? :rolleyes: This thread is starting to smell like CLEAN! ;)

Bu-bu-but.... the Goddess has spoken Eddie! Spoken! *Tries to reach for the soda* RAWR! Erherm... Yes, continue with this fic/film. ;)

The Goddess of fanfiction has spoken! *Steals Eddie's soda and throws it away and swiftly eats the little sweets he offered* D: Eddie started it! *Looks coy* Erherm..

Sorry Lil' Peppah! I scolded myself too for having blabbered that. *Giggles* NO! Not false! TRUE! :P I LOVE clean guys. Who doesn't? Nasha, babe, you are TOTALLY right! THE SMELLIES WILL FALL! *Cackles*

Beaker: *Runs back in and tugs her* Meeemeeemeeemee!

Bunsen *Dressed in a black tuxedo with a red vest, red tie, and a top hat.* Found him? Dr. Van Neuter: *Has on a white tux, silver vest, and silver tie.* Yeah, I've tracked down Beaker. He is in Alex's room... Bunsen: *Looks a little alarmed* Oh? Dr. Van Neuter: Mhmm... Claudia: Sorry...

Wow, we got a Gonzo! WHOOHOO!

Beaker: *Nearly faints but manages to maintain his posture.* *Whistles at her* Meee-meeee! *Shrugs at the mention of Kyle yet feels a tinge of jealousy linger* Meeemeeemee... *Thinks for a moment and points to a pair of heart-shaped earrings* Meemee?

PLEASE! Showers, neatness, and cologne is a MUST! D: Come on boys... us gals do not like to smell odor coming off some man's body! It's like... a girl never shaving... O_O

Claudia: *Candy cane stuck in hair* *Gasps* This is my luck...x3

*Pied* -_- Mmmm... lime pieeeee....

Beaker: *His jaw drops, like a chicken first witnessing the fall of rain. He goes to the small dinner table and whips out his notepad and scribbles whatevers on it. Beaker eyes the door cleverly and checks to see if any of her roomies are watching.* Meee... *He shrugs and returns to his...

Now, that is very impressive. Losing your health, yet you remain chipper. If it is true, I am sorry for his continual suffering. Though, I am very shocked at that. Makes me wonder...

Beaker: *Trying his best to not blush, he stirs the smoothie with his bendy straw having quite a thoughtful look in his eyes. He leans back comfortably with the pillow supporting him. His eyes surveying the dresses carefully, Beaker quietly admires them. Well, she had very good taste! The...

I am sorry for your complications. I hope things tone down a bit. *Hugs* You're not the only one who spilled some tears. *Gets a tissue and passes her another one* Of course...Richard is...*swoon*

Wow, Erin, that was such a touching post... exactly, not remembered as the man that was claimed by AIDs but as him... That little line has such a truth. Sadly, people remember some talented artists/people as "The one who died of drug overdose" or the like... Christopher Reeves for...