Miss Moll

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Last Login: 11/24/2015 8:46 am

Registered: 12/10/2005

Gender: Female

Birthday: 07/06/1992


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shademan50 Report | 12/03/2010 6:51 pm
...Right. I am a man indeed.
No tutus or any frilly stuff.
Oh, and the chances of me doing that...
Well, your more likely to walk around towns naked.
Then again, thats something I would want to see.
shademan50 Report | 12/03/2010 6:39 pm
Well, thats an interesting image.
Hope you enjoyed it, but dont expect me to dress like that.
Enless I was cosplaying as Lee from Cardcaptors.
shademan50 Report | 12/03/2010 6:24 pm
I am me. A usually caring, always willing to get into a fight, flirt who does it without trying.
My past makes me who I am. I can try to change that all I want, but it wont do much.
And when did I ever act like a little school boy? Was I in a little soilor uniform with a hat when we first met?
shademan50 Report | 12/03/2010 6:12 pm
Oh, cmon, ive known who I am for a long time now.
Youve known me for this long, and you havent realised that?
Please. The only unknown factor is what im doing the next day.
One day at a time. Thats all I can do.
shademan50 Report | 12/03/2010 6:00 pm
Ah, sorry to hear that. I hope you get better.
As far as college goes, its rather difficult, ill admit.
But other times, it can be fun and I always meet new people.
shademan50 Report | 12/03/2010 5:49 pm
Indeed it has been, hasnt it?
How have you been?
Thistle_Star Report | 11/07/2010 8:18 pm
Hi c:
Thistle_Star Report | 11/01/2010 7:46 pm
I totally forgot what we were talking about ._.
Thistle_Star Report | 10/28/2010 7:39 pm
I love some black people c:

Thistle_Star Report | 10/09/2010 6:36 pm
LMFAO! I hate- NOM! I love Francis c':


Name: Miss Molly O'Mally.
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Hope&Dream: Meet myself a Real McCoy and settle town in Durem.
Occupation: Singer in O'mally's Juice Joint .
Hometown: Barton
Story: Hey there, My name's Miss Molly O'Mally. You can call me either Moll, or Molly. I'm try'na make it big in this here Tin Pan Alley. Busi-niz is certainly far from being thrivin' but I'm makin' ends meat under my fire-exstinguishin' Uncle's Speakeasy roof. His Ol' Juice Joint tends to attract some hard boiled, flat tired, drug-store cowboys, some wooden nickles, and of course, the Sheiks who's arms are always carrying some top of the line Flappers. It's a hot scene and easy to hit the jack. But the real fun is every Friday night, when the Big Daddys roll in. All the big Cheese from town come with pockets full of clams and bullets. A bimbo's watchin' every window and doorframe. It's the beesknees, if you feel like you can keep up, knock three times and whistle once. We'll be waiting at the door.

Details: We're always looking for some new patrons, just message me. Dress code is essential. We're a joint, and we ain't acceptin' no wet blankets.
Favorite things: Pearls& A good Martini.