The question of who wants to be Chris' sweetheart would be obvious: no one. Even if there was someone that wanted to be Chris' sweetheart, Chris might refuse, especially if it's a guy.
The question of who wants to be Chris' sweetheart would be obvious: no one. Even if there was someone that wanted to be Chris' sweetheart, Chris might refuse, especially if it's a guy.
Honestly, I think that the only women who would both be within his league and willing to date him would be either mentally handicapped or hideous desperate trailer trash hambeasts. Which of course he'd turn down.
I also wonder why he never took common interests into consideration.
Even if Chris were attractive his personality would drive all the women away. Hell, if his personality were better he could get a girlfriend looking like he does now.
The question of who wants to be Chris' sweetheart would be obvious: no one. Even if there was someone that wanted to be Chris' sweetheart, Chris might refuse, especially if it's a guy.
Honestly, I think that the only women who would both be within his league and willing to date him would be either mentally handicapped or hideous desperate trailer trash hambeasts. Which of course he'd turn down.
I also wonder why he never took common interests into consideration.
I guess one other person that would be his sweetheart are people who would be very, very desperate for something such as companionship. Even then, Chris could turn them away and vice versa. As for common interest, Chris wouldn't care about that. He'd only be looking for a woman who fulfills his criteria for a sweetheart.
Foulmouth said:
I am highly suspicious of this poll.
ForeverAlonePonyfag , you wouldn't be a certain individual from Ruckersville would you ?
I can imagine it already. Clyde had left his woman PandaHalo, wondering what happened to his old foe Chris. Travelling to Ruckersville, Clyde had a variety of items in tow to troll Chris, among them a jar of pickles. Reaching 14 Branchland Court, Clyde saw the area around the home. "Wonder if STALKERS from Pripyat had gotten lost here." Clyde commented to himself. "Probably thinking there are artifacts that could bring them many rubles."
When Clyde reached the front door, a figure opened it. Before the orange faced oompa-loompa man was a pale, fat, greasy figure with stringy blonde hair. Upon closer inspection, it was Chris. "Are you some dang, dirty troll you orange faced jerk?" Chris sneered at Clyde, not knowing it's one his biggest foes. "Yes. It is, CLYDE CASH!!!" Clyde yelled at Chris as he pulled out a jar of pickles. As the two looked at each other, the sky became dark and stormy. As the two looked square in the eyes, they embraced each other, kissing with great passion. "Chris, your kisses taste like " Clyde said lovingly. Chris responded "And your tongue taste like Clyde!" The two would retreat into Chris' room, doing things no one should ever see. In the end, Chris and Clyde slept in the same bed while Barb was in another room lovingly eating a jar of . THE END