The Bellybutton Is Deceitful Above All Things

Since Matty and Roximoon were kind enough to show us their bellybuttons
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I thought I'd do the world a favor and give you an eyeful of mine.



Note that I have no tats, no piercings, no nuthin'. Just pure, hot, unadulterated belly button action, babies! Now when are you going to show me yours? Because you can run, but you can't hide. We will find your bellybutton, and we have ways of making it talk, should it come to that. Let's see it, people.

Howdy, suckas!

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The next order of business is this tagging thing. I have discovered that the only rule, here, is that you're to post five things you decide you want the whole world to keep in mind in case you should die in some kind of fiery accident involving whales and harpoons. You must then tell five others to post the five things they would say to a cheetah, if the cheetah would only listen and understand them for once. If you do not break the chain, you get a million bucks and a night on the town with the bellybutton of your choosing (choose me! choose me!). If you should break the chain, the only consequences will be that you'll turn into a werewolf. Which, that's not so bad, is it?

I pick ginab, Matty, Davi, Ticharu, and um. . . let's see. . . you know who's due for a huge tagging? Yup, Chris Capp. (Chris, you owe me half a mil now.)