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Originally Posted by Isabel G
My avatar is a dog that died. It was my fault. See, I used to be a hot mess girl, hanging out in the clubs drinking Bacardi. I was a sick pervert too, abusing my body with all kinds of "devices" like dildos and cellphones.
Well, one time I woke up in my bed, covered in vomit and other stuff I don't want to mention. When tried to stand up, I had a pain inside me. I felt down there and discovered a huge dildo. I pulled it out and threw it out my bedroom window. Well, that poor dog ran up to and bit that dildo.
Right away, he started throwing up. He just kept barfing and barfing, then he died. I keep him as my avatar to remind me of what a bad person I used to be.
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And this choice of a cute doggie as your avatar is to reflect your story? How's about a bunch of crack addicts abusing you; (umm... with cellphones?? What do you do, cram a bunch up your cooter and then get everybody to dial their numbers??).