Post by LOGAN DEMITRIS PRIBBLES on Jun 30, 2009 12:06:33 GMT -5
WE HAD A GOOD RUN
EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT
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[/i][/font][/size][/center]EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT
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logan demitris pribbles
[/center][/blockquote]"i'm not your boyfriend baby"
"i'm not your cute little sex toy."
[/font][/size]my name is tess. i've been role playing for two years. everyone knows i'm a bitching vag. this world has had my footprints stamped all over it for fourteen years. you know my oh so famous characters bella swann, lex edmonton, nicolette chanel, and josephine victoria[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]*
WE DIDN'T COME TO COMPETE
THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION
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THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION
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NAME: logan demitris pribbles
NICKNAME: pribbles, pedo pribbles, loggie (low-geey)
GENDER: peen
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: twenty-five, january 11
SEXUALITY: he's a little too sexual for his own good. if it packs a hole for him to fuck, he'll do it. it could be a hobo with his genitals all sown up, he still has a mouth and a hand.
STATUS: always single, needs to take somethings a little more seriously.
RELIGION: methodist
YEAR: --
MAJOR: --
PB: gabe saporta
KICK DRUM BEAT IN MY CHEST AGAIN
WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN
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WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN
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LOGAN LIKES:
sex; justin timberlake; michael jackson; birds; game shows; alcohol; parties; partying hard; public disturbances; hair straightners; sarcasm; swimming; chicken nuggets; kids meals; sun; comic books; chick flicks; neon coloured clothes; chocolate milk; swedish clogs; short people; magic; teenage fans; boys; girls; michael jackson; youtube; his blog; his cellphone; country music; lame movies; bingo; retirement homes; old people; dying people; dead people; smoking; condoms; rubber bands; parks; play toys at parks; swings; ducks; shiny objects; fancy cars; purple tuxs; vintage clothes; old records; flowers; big breasted women; nachos; hooters; "gentlemen's clubs"; small animals; big penises; virgins(creepy pedo); moldy smelling stuff; gasoline smell; kids shows; anime series; one night stands; books; hannah montana; jonas brothers; sunglasses; shirtless; pantsless; boxerless; levi; lex; bella; macho people; ashley; marching bands; parades; snow cones; cotton candy; festivals; his kitten pumpernickle; red and green jumpsuits like mario and lugi; old nintendo games; break dancing; the dance games; game arcades; candy; the colour "purple"; prince; hats; gangster movies; gangsters; ben and jerry ice cream; lugi's frozen fruit ice; wal-marts; magazines; gossip magazines; porn magazines; playboy; final fantasy; video games
LOGAN DISLIKES:
having a erection for too long; big animals; dogs; being sober for more than twelve hours; lame parties; rejecting women; teens under fifteen; children; toddlers; babies; unexpected pregnacies; dry mouths; hot mouths; bad breath; bad hygine; levi; chickens; farms; cows; horses; farm animals; farm people; hicks; southerners; alfred hitchcock movies; bad pronos; wrestling; the colour "beige"; being around unfasionable people; lex; jessica beil; foregin languages; the dark; clowns; the ocean; sharks; aquariums; snakes; zoos; geese; goslings; todlers; daycare; women with children; busted condoms; bad sex; kids that don't know how to have sex; pressure; boys pressuring him; smart asses; young people; cheesy movies; action movies; thriller movies; sexually transmitted diseases; scares of sexually transmitted diseases; his family; mosquitoes; lollipops; rap; firemen; fire trucks; police men; police cars; driving; pushy people; crowded places; mock comic books; adult shows; baby shows; women birthing babies channels; pregnant women; ovaries
PERSONALITY:
Raised in the south of New Jersey, Logan is well aware of his place and let's no one bring him down. He's terribly egotistcal and hardly let's anyone into those well locked up things people call emotions. Just because he was raised from the south doesn't make him white trash either. Fact is, Rhonda raised that boy well and he knows how to treat a lady properly as well as acting like a proper gentleman with some flare to it of course. Being raised in a house of all girls, he had to learn how to be a classy guy somewhere in between. He'll tip his hat, smack his ass and then give you a "Oh hells no honey," when he feels like it and you better take it other wise he'll shove something down your throat, and it might not be so pleasant.
• OCD && ADD
It's a bad combination I know but that's how spastic Logan can get. He's a serious neat freak but can never stay on task. He'll be talking to one person then go flying off across the room to tidy up something and put something else somewhere different while attempting to talk to that same person. Thus why many question his sanity and can find him fairly annoying to be around. Logan can hardly find people that can stand to be around him longer than ten minutes. He's not really diagnosed with ADD or OCD, that's just how he mentally works and often thinks he should be diagnosed with one of those things instead of "weirditosis".
• White Gangster && Cheesy Romantic
He's the white man that thinks he's black in the school system. He's the jelly on a ham and cheese sandwich. Basically, the odd one out and the in one odd. Back in the day he was this nerd, talked trashed, got swirlies, locked into his locker till he got himself some black brothers from downtown and he became the talk of the school. Women were all over him, kind of. And that's when he found his "calling". To tease women to no end and irrate his fellow white man with his horrid mix match of his race. Logan does what it he has to to keep his woman happy, even if that means skipping off the edge of the earth to find her some plastic, knock off diamond ear rings he'd do it. Since he's only in it for the sex most of the time and hardly finds a girl he could see himself in an actually relationship that involves sex and a healthy friendship.
• Trash Talk Queen && Prince Sissy
Logan can talk trash but he sure as hell hardly supports it. Logan likes to act big and bad, talk shit, give someone a little scare, maybe a tiny shake before running the other direction before being hit by a baseball bat or fist. Logan lakes the coordination to fight well so tries to avoid those situations. That doesn't work too well considering he shit talks anyone that feels like they're up for a challenge. Logan may act big and bad but really, deep down inside, he's soft and mushy like pumpkin feelings. Matter of fact, he's like a pumpkin. Round, orange, hard on the outside soft and gooey on the inside. It's how the "pimp" rolls. Basically, it was his mother's teachings mixed with his father's attitude that got him such a mixed personality on this level. Basically, he's a coward in simple words minus the paragraph.
• Mentally Handicapped && Physically Retarded
Logan's never been the brightest bulb in the tanning band, in Juno terms. And he's definately not the next primma ballerina. Logan is intellegent to a certain extent and often doesn't achknowledge it but insteads tries to avoid all talk of it.When it came to gym class, his shoes were wearing him and floor had been his first sexual experience. He's never been one with fast witty comments, except occasionally, and he's definately never been one with fast reflexes. You could stab him in the eye with a chain saw and it'd still take him five minutes to figure out how his body needs to react to it. It takes time and patience with Logan, things that not many people have and lack the skill there of. That's why Logan is the friendless lion sometimes. It makes him sad on the inside and normally his bubbly and charaismatic. People say he's wasting his time trying to impress girls with his knowledge of other things besides sex and he should just skip through the small talk and rip off some panties, or boxers, whatever he's aiming for that night.
• Childlike && Immature
There is a age where it is cute and adorable and makes you go "d'aw, I want that kid" then there is an age where it's just plan creepy. Logan is at that "just plan creepy" age. When it comes to "adultness", Logan lacks the skills to perform like one. He'd much rather be stuck in some play pen building with legos or something, maybe even playing with Star Wars toys. He doesn't car. He's got big hands but the mind of a little boy. Most people that know Logan find it annoying when he's pulling childish pranks and trying to liven the kind of deadbeat group back up. So he brought a couple smoke bombs into a car or two and possibly started a water gun war at the end of the day one time, but he was just being him. Fun, loving, stupid. All the words in the world that describe what Logan Demitris Pribbles is. A completely immature asshole.
• Sarcastic && Good-Humored
There is no extent on the sense of humor Logan has. He has humor of all trades. Never has he found it hard to laugh at himself or make fun of himself. He's the one that started the "Pedo Pribbles" thing and continues it on. He likes to kid around with other people, since being serious is so boring and there's no excitement or fun to it. Who'd want that besides his parents? Jesus, boring blobs they were and still are. He likes to poke fun at other people on tour but knows when he's starting to cross a boundry and needs to start backing up and start making fun of himself. He's gotten hit quite a few times when the humor just drugged out his mind and he continued to make fun of someone. Worst nights ever stuck in a hospital. He had been afraid his teeth were fucked up and he'd never be able to show his face to the Jonas Brothers ever again. How horrid that would be and the tragedy it would be as well. Joe would have no more competition. That would make Logan die a little on his fan girl side.[/ul]
SECRETS:
FEARS:
GOALS:
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I CAN MAKE YOUR HEART SLOW
I CAN FEEL THE WEATHER IN MY BONES
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I CAN FEEL THE WEATHER IN MY BONES
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MOTHER'S NAME: rhonda abigale pribbles
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: trophy wife/part-time alcoholic
FATHER'S NAME: norton wayne pribbles
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: president of trojan condom company, new york
SIBLINGS:
kendell rebecca tucker , sister , 28 , dental assitant
jonathan marcus pribbles , brother , 26 , auto technician
brooke miranda smith , sister , 25 , inspiring model
gweneth amy pribbles , sister , 22 , college student
kaydence lillian pribbles , sister , 20 , college student
bee venessa pribbles , sister, 18, high school student
samantha eliese pribbles , sister , 17 , high school student
dylan harmony pribbles , sister , 16, high school student
leon lucas pribbles , brother , 14 , high school student
EXTENDED FAMILY:
nathanial thomas tucker -- brother in law -- 30 -- salesman
jamie gerald smith -- brother in law -- 27 -- substitue teacher
fallen rose tucker -- niece -- 6
bradley james tucker -- nephew -- 4 1/2
NATIONALITY: portugese, columbian, african-american, jewish, turkish, british, russian, iclandic
HOMETOWN: new wark, new jersey
CURRENT RESIDENCE: london, england
BEST MEMORY:"ahahahha. best memory ever was one night, my brother and i went up the to mayor's house and basically terminated his perfect yard with toilet paper rolls and eggs. it was amazing. then we got caught lighting a bag of shit to put on his doorstep and while he was chasing us, he tripped and his tupay fell off. we had to spend the rest of the night in jail but it was so fucking worth it."
WORST MEMORY:"it was first grade and there was this girl. her name was catherine...cat, or catty as i liked to call her. sigh, she broke my poor little first grader heart. she promised me forever and always. we even got married on the playground outside. complete with bride's maids and best men, and boquets. then she left me. for a third grader named billy jessup. why, i bet they're some low lifes, living in a shitty trailer with a shitty job that basically mean nothing to the world. zip. nada. oh shit...wait, that's me."
HISTORY:
It all began at the beginning, of the year, technically. Logan Demitris Pribbles was born on January eleventh into a family of three already, being the fourth child. Only, Logan was more exotic since he was born in Brazil when his father had a business run. Sadly, for his mother, there hadn't been a hospital near by and she birthed Logan naturally. Apparently, some monkey hair got into his mouth or something and now he fucks like crazy, but anyways. You look up Logan Pribbles' original birth certificate and you will notice it officially claims him as a Brazilian citizen, something Logan really isn't that proud of but he doesn't really get an opinion on this matter. Now, seeing as Logan was the fourth child his mother wasn't nearly as excited as she had been with her earlier children. Logan grew up like every child wishes to be, wandering around their backyard, poking bugs under leaves, playing with the big shaggy dog, nearly being liked to death and crying to breath. Logan's mother loved Logan though, she loved all her children, since she thought that was all the children she was going to have. To her dismay, her husband seemed to be more fertile than most. But, back to Logan's childhood. At the age of one, he was traumatized into dressing up as Charlie Brown for Christmas, yes yes, it was horrible. Thus why Logan picks on tiny, bald men these days such as Lex Edmonton. Logan had a lot of love to share amongst his family, what with his mother having so many children and what not and his father worked night shifts mainly. Logan always saught out to make daddy proud, he failed utterly and completely. Logan was two when his younger sister, Gweneth, was born. This wouldn't be the last of the Pribbles line though. Logan was very jealous of Gweneth, or Gwen, growing up. Mainly because his older sisters, Kendell and Brooke, paid much more attention to Gwen than him and well, Johnothan never really accepted Logan as a younger brother. So, a long and painful story short, this took away some of Logan's attention. This did not get you a happy Logan. His mother picked up drinking after Gwen came along, considering she refused to get her tubes tied and Norton had promised he had gotten a vasectomy. Lies.
Rhonda wasn't the world's greatest mom now, but she tried her hardest. In the coming years, Logan was presented with two younger sisters, Kaydence and Sam, as well as a younger brother, Leon. Leon was the end of the Pribbles line when Rhonda finally hit menopause and then bam, no more babies. Now, before Samantha came along, Logan was fine and dandy with his siblings. Christmas was harsh when you were a shortster trying to get to the tree and you nearly get stampeded over like a rabbit trying to get to a waterhole with a herd full of elephants behind him. Thanksgiving was a little cramped, the bathrooms never smelled or looked that great, and sure the boys tended to be a bit immature and steal their sisters tampons, played around with them and eventually laid them out in full view when their boyfriends came over. Then of course there were those times they would purposely walk in on their sisters, unannounced, video camera in hand while they were dressing and it would just "accidentally" get posted on the internet. Deep down though, Logan loves his family very much and would be no where without them. Now, back to before Sam came. Logan was a seven year old destined for trouble. At the age of six he had followed Johnothan around and helped teepee their neighbors house, they got caught, as well as spray painting the neighbor's dog a sparkly blue. They moved to a different part of Maryland after those incidents. At the age of seven, Logan was a born con-artist playing everyone he knew. Shitty DVDs for a high price, stealing from the vending machine, sticking gum on the quarter slot then demanding around two dollars for things that were originally fifty cents. As you can imagine, the principal's office became Logan's second home and Mr. Barker, the principal, became his second mother. At eight, Logan officially began sweeping the ladies off their feet. He was a tiny man, yes, but he knew how to score big. Eight and a half, his brother introduced him to the "big guns" known as his father's porno. Logan was a horny little fellow by age nine.
Now, just because he was a ladies man and a professional scammer, it doesn't mean life was all candy drops and lollipops for Logan. Oh no. He was at the bottom of the popular chain during elementary school and half of middle school. Logan got picked on frequently because of his size, his bony legs, his lack in package during gym, his fail capability when it actually came to gym. All in all, Logan was the nerd. He got in fights often, so Mr. Granger became his second mother for middle school. In seventh grade, Logan had grown quite husky so was a little hardy to pick on but just as vulnerable. Eighth grade, he thinned out and cleaned up his act. At the end of the year for the student award ceremony, Logan called in a fire drill and got everyone's dainty clothing wet with the fire sprinklers. Well, Logan got expelled from half the counties in Maryland so the Pribbles moved up to New Jersey, where they would stay for a very long time afterward. This was the time when the Pribbles hit in a rough patch in their attempts to live a the high life and have a wonderful social life. His father's company was going bankrupt and soon, the Pribbles would be going bankrupt as well. For two years nearly Logan's family lived on low incoming. Logan got hand-me-downs and old clothes from Goodwills and Salvation Armies. Christmas was shit for those two years and often they got presents from the community donation. It was a very embarrassing time for Logan to go through and actually call himself a Pribbles. He wasn't exactly mocked and ridiculed though, since other kids on his street understood the pain of not having the best lifestyle in the world. Those kids became his friends and eventually, Logan began making his way up the social foodchain.
At fifteen, things began looking up for the Pribbles. Norton got a new job at Condom company in Trenton and the Pribbles were actually able to start paying the bills. By the time Logan got his drivers' permit, the Pribbles were out of debt and back to a middle class life and making their way to the top. High school was where Logan was introduced the both the female and male anatomy. Logan was never shy about his "sexual orientation," if you can even call it that. He liked both very much and all in all, as long as it pleased his penis he was happy wherever it went. Fifteen was when Logan had his first sexual experience with Deborah, or Debbie, the local science geek that he was in love with. Yes, Logan liked the girl with the coke bottle glasses, the itchy wool sweaters, the purple braces, and the large sweat glands but he learned afterwards how to avoid girls like her. After his "one night stand" with Logan, the rumor got around, Logan was made fun of, and Debbie somehow became miss popular and ditched Logan. This made Logan fairly furious so he took action one day at lunch. He went up to Debbie very smoothly, leaned against the vending machine with everyone's curious eyes on him. He told her he wanted in her pants, and she gave him a smug look. She rejected him so he just waited before he got down on his knees and loudly pleaded to see her granny panties again. Debbie was shocked, her face went red until Logan did the ultimate and pulled her pants down, laughing and pointing at her and her Hello Kitty granny panties. This got Logan his spot in popularity permanently and people began to seek out Logan D. Pribbles for advice on pranks and revenge. Revenge is a dish that's best served cold.
Year sixteen was Logan's most exciting and thrilling year and in this year, Logan really became Logan. To understand this you must start from the day his mother dragged Logan and his siblings to church one day so she could "repent her sins" and "find a way to get back on God's goodside." Well, while sitting there Logan's eyes fell upon the prettiest face he had ever seen. Her name was Alice VanDerpelt and she was Minister VanDerpelt's little girl. Logan, being the horny bastard he was and or is, wanted her. So, naturally, after service he began to flirt with her and got on the minister's goodside, or so he thought. Secretly, Minister VanDerpelt knew everything about Logan and his past and ultimately hated him. After a few weeks of judgment, Minister VanDerpelt permitted his little girl to go out with this "scoundrel" of a boy. Things were going well and Logan drove his little cruiser up the hill to look out over the city. Soft words were spoken and before he knew it, he had her. Logan can sit and tell you the flavour of gum she had that night, and how desperately amazing she was. Apparently, she wasn't the only horny teenage in New Jersey Roman Catholic Church. Logan managed to get all his clothing off except for his socks and most of hers until some headlights came roaming up the hill. Soon, Minister VanDerpelt was out of his car, furiously calling his little Ali's name. Logan split like a banana and ran, buck naked, socks to bare, out of the car. Minister VanDerpelt chased after him until Logan tripped half-way down and finished the rest of the run. Minister VanDerpelt made the comment that he'd half to cross the road soon, and Minister VanDerpelt and God would be waiting. Logan took no chances, not really trusting that Minister VanDerpelt's trunk wasn't filled with his hunting gear, so Logan ran as far as he could, Minister VanDerpelt keeping to his word when Logan crossed the road until Logan came to a train slowly leaving a rest stop. Logan had darted after it and climbed aboard and then began to redress with a victorious smile. He thought the train was heading to Trenton where he could stop by and get a ride from his father to pick up his car but the train headed west and into Pennsylvania. Around four in the morning was when Logan found out where he was and he phoned up his mother to come pick him up, she wasn't too thrilled about it but she planned on hiding it from Norton since deep down inside, she loved her children and would rather not see them strangled to death in front of her. Unwillingly, she had to go pick up the scrap she was forced to call her son and bring him home. Naturally, he was grounded for an extremely long time. An extremely long time. And Logan just wouldn't have that.
It had been his master scheme from the beginning. November when he was sixteen was when he decided he should put to his use his freakishly tallness and beautiful looks. His plan was to in fact run away to the circus, which he did. He had googled the traveling dates in which on Circus was going and headed out to Kansas. Since the train was his friend, he hopped on one he was sure was heading to Kansas City. Logan had been prepared with food, water bottles, underwear, condoms, all the things he would need to keep him occupied. While his parents were in a worry frenzy, Logan was wandering the streets of Kansas City looking for the circus, only to find out they moved to Nashville. Well, Logan's not one to give up so easily so he hopped upon another train and headed to Nashville, nearly dying when he saw the people there and automatically decided to grow a handle bar mustache and have a ten gallon hat to perfect his look. A kind gentle man reported to Logan the circus had moved up to Chicago and Logan, yet again, had to travel on train, this time he wasn't so discreet. One of the coal shoveler found him sleeping and threw him off the train, leaving Logan to walk to find a bus station that would take him up to Chicago. It was the first time Logan had ever been to the Windy City and he was absolutely enthralled by it all. To Logan's disappointment, the circus had traveled away, yet again, to Washington state, and well by now, Logan was thinking it wasn't such a bright idea to join the circus. Logan traveled back to New Jersey by bus, using the last of his money to get home. He walked through the doors just in time for the Christmas dinner where he noticed there was still a place open for him, and his present were still under the tree. He'd never seen his mother cry so much in his life, nor hit him as much, nor hug him as much, nor had he known he could miss her so much.
BABY YOU'RE A CLASSIC
LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS
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LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS
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