San Diego 2011: Thursday Part II – Wootstock

This is part of my San Diego ComicCon diary from 2011. It’s sort of the middle of the story.

If you want the whole story, you might want to start reading at the beginning. Other parts include: Wednesday, Thursday Part I, and Friday Ad Infinitum.

*     *     *

Before I tell the story of Wootstock, I should give you a little background so things will make sense.

A stab at definition.

For those of you that don’t know about it, Wootstock is….

Wootstock is….

Well, it’s just Wootstock.

It’s sort of like a modern variety show. (Except nobody knows what a variety show is these days.)

Imagine A Prairie Home Companion if it was run by a bunch of sci-fi nerds. (Man, that’s no good either, does anyone else other than me listen to A Prairie Home Companion?)

Okay. How about this. There’s music. There’s comedy. There’s music-comedy. There’s skits. There’s cussing and nerd humor and poetry and, well…

It’s pretty much a big geek performance orgy.

Honestly, I’ve wanted a piece of Wootstock for ages. Ever since I first heard about it, I wanted in.

Now did I get a piece of the action?

I got an invitation from Ernest Cline.

I mentioned his book on the blog a while back. It’s called Ready Player One. And not only did I like it enough to give it a blurb. I liked it enough to dig up his e-mail address and gush to him directly about how much I loved it.

I think the entire content of my first e-mail was, “Your book is fucking awesome.”

I tried to get them to use that for the blurb on the back, (“This book is fucking awesome.” — Patrick Rothfuss) But their marketing people wouldn’t go for it.

Anyway, Ernest got an invite to Wootstock from Wil Wheaton, who is narrating the audiobook of Ready Player One. Ernest, being a generous human being, asked if I’d like to share some of his stage time.

I said yes. I said it in a firm, manly, baritone. Then I hung up the phone and laughed my most maniacal laugh.

Right. So. We all on the same page here?

7:00 – Backstage.

I walk up to the side door of the Balboa Theater in San Diego. Someone was waiting for me at the door, where they gave me this:

My very first All Access pass. It makes me feel like a rockstar.

I go backstage and down into the secret parts of the theater. It’s a magical sort of place. It’s a secret place that only the performers get to see, and it’s electric in a way that’s hard to describe. Everyone there is getting ready for the show. They’re excited, and a little nervous, and happy to see each other. Plus it’s comic-con, so we’re all a little exhausted. And a few of us are slightly tipsy, too… (Though not me, as I’m not much of a drinker.)

There’s a blur of people all over the place. Some of them I recognize, like Adam Savage from Mythbusters. And the guys from Rifftrax (who used to do MST3K.)

I’m introduced to a few people in a whirlwind fashion. I shake hands and nod at names. But they all run out of me like water. If I say, “someone said” or “someone did” I’m not trying to protect anyone’s identity, or snub them. It’s because a lot of the evening is a blur to me. I suck at meeting people, and I only have space in my head for about 5 new names.

Then I turn around and Wil Wheaton is there.

It’s weird meeting someone you kinda already know. And I kinda know Wil from a bunch of different directions. From his blog, from Star Trek, from his books, and from the Guild.

Plus we e-mailed just a little a day or two before Wootstock. I won’t bullshit you, that made me kinda tingly.

Anyway, we’re introduced, and we shake hands. He thanks me for the nice things I said about his book on my blog. And I’m a little surprised that he’s read it, though I shouldn’t be, I suppose. I tell him that I loved it.

That’s all we have time for. The stage manager is gathering everyone up to make some announcements before the show.

We all jam into a room and Liz is introduced. She is the boss. She tells us how it’s all going to work. She tells us we can watch from backstage, and that we should, so that we don’t miss our cues. She tells us to stick to our allotted time. She tells us where the beer and pizza are.

Everyone else nods attentively. There are a few jokes. But all of this is old hat for most of them.

Me? I’m grinning like an idiot. The show hasn’t even started yet and I’m having the best time….

*     *     *

I should explain something. I used to do lots of group-performance type things. I used to sing in choirs. I used to do radio comedy. I used to act a little, and did a few plays, a musical or two.

I even used to do a little improv comedy. Which is like a trial by fire. Once you do improv comedy, no other type of performance will ever truly frighten you.

Now I didn’t do a lot of these things seriously. But I did them. I enjoyed them.

And I miss them.

You see, one of the downsides of being a writer is that it’s a very solitary occupation. If everything is going well with my writing, I’ll spend 10-12 hours a day alone, and the rest of my time sleeping. (Also alone, usually.)

When I do get out to do a reading or a convention, I have a lot of fun. I enjoy meeting fans and signing books. I enjoy doing Q&A and reading stuff to an audience. It’s a nice opportunity for me to go out and be social.

But while it’s social, it’s a very solitary type of performance. I’m up in front of 200-600 people talking. There’s just me and the audience.

I’d forgotten what it was like to be part of a group of performers. To be a piece of a WE.

It feels great.

*     *     *

Liz makes one last announcement. They’ve gone to the worst seat in the house and borrowed the person’s camera. They’re going to pass it around backstage and we’ll all take pictures with it. That way the poor schlub with the worst seat will have a cool memento of the show and, as a bonus, the pictures will go online so everyone can use them.

It’s only because of the photoset that I have a shot of Ernest and me backstage, wherein I am getting my Kawaii on.

The show kicks off, and after cadging a piece of free pizza, I head upstairs we head up onto stage and watch the show from the wings. The theatre is gorgeous. A place with some real style to it.

It’s certainly the biggest house I’ve ever played to, and I’m a little nervous. But despite the fact that I’m anxiously fretting over what exactly I’m going to read, I can’t help but get pulled in by Molly Lewis playing the ukulele.

Her songs crack me up as I watch from backstage, and it helps me relax a bit.

Then, as I’m watching her play, a little motion catches my attention from the corner of my eye. So I look over and see Wil Wheaton dancing.

Before that point, I liked Wil Wheaton. I knew he was cool. I respected him as a writer, enjoyed him as a performer, and admired him as a strong, smart, outspoken member of the geek community.

But backstage in the Balboa theatre, I watched Wil Wheaton do a happy, goofy little dance, and that was when I started to love him.

Soon afterwards, Ernest gets his cue and heads out onto stage. He reads some hardcore geek poetry. Good stuff. He’s a good performer, too. Gets a good reaction from the crowd.

Then he introduces me. I’m a surprise guest of sorts, as I’m not on the program. People cheer when they hear my name, which is kind of a shock. It’s then that I decide what I’m going to read. I’m not going to try to follow Ernest’s poetry with more poetry. I think he’s got me beat in that regard.

I’m not going to read a piece out of my book, either. Too clunky. I even decide against reading a piece of a short story I’m working on.

No. A whole theatre of people cheering and my new man-crush Wil Wheaton watching from the wings means I go straight to my best material. The piece I keep in my back pocket whenever I do a reading. My sure-fire winner. My big gun.

I pull out The Guinea Pig Story.

Those of you who have seen me at a live reading might have heard it. Most of you have not.

It’s one of of the humor pieces I wrote back in college. Theoretically I was writing an advice column, but realistically I was making fun of people and telling incriminating stories about my life.

Here’s the only video I was able to find of the performance. The first little bit of my performance is cut off there, but it’s only about a sentence of the letter someone wrote in, asking for advice about keeping pets in their dormroom.

[Edit: After searching around a bit, I found another video from farther back in the audience that shows my performance AND Ernest's with Wil Wheaton's introduction.]

I got a great reaction from the audience, and left the stage feeling roughly ten thousand feet tall.

8:00 – Random House Party

After hanging around for a while and watching a few more acts, Ernest said he was going over to the Random House party and asked if I’d like to come along.

Though I was loathe to leave, I figured I should go and rub some elbows with some more bookish types. That’s kinda my job in some ways.

So I went to the party, hung out with some folks, and ended up riding a mechanical bull.

Why? No. Why is not the right question. I was at San Diego ComicCon. The proper question is “why the fuck not?”

That party was fun, but after about 45 minutes, I made my excuses and headed back to Wootstock. Because, y’know, Wootstock.

9:00 ish – More Wootstock.

I got back just in time for intermission, where I amused myself by handing out copies of the Chick Tract Dark Dungeons to members of the audience. I hope nobody thought I was serious….

After all my tracts were gone, I used my fancy pass to get backstage, feeling rockstar all over again. I wandered down to the dressing rooms and bumped into Felicia Day, who was also a surprise guest. I got a free hug and we chatted for about forty-five seconds before someone tells her she’s about to miss her entrance cue.

Somehow, someone managed to catch us on film during that brief moment. Proving that I’m not a big fibber.

I hang around and chat with folk, occasionally watching some of the show from backstage. I catch Jeff Lewis (Vork, for you Guildies out there) doing a piece of honest-to-god standup comedy. The man has amazing comic timing and delivery. As you’d already know if you were watching The Jeff Lewis 5-minute Comedy Hour.

11:30 ish – Autographing.

Eventually the show wraps up with a great closing number that I watch from the wings. Then I head downstairs to get my backpack and maybe another slice of pizza before I head out. When I’m gathering up my stuff, someone asks if I want to stick around and sign autographs. I shrug and agree, because I have nowhere else in particular to be.

Now over the last couple of years I’ve done a lot of signings. It’s old hat in a lot of ways. Usually I’m all alone. I’m a one-man-show.

But this one was different. A bunch of the performers were sticking around to sign posters and programs.

What’s more, at Wootstock, most of the people could give a damn about me. They’re there to see Wheaton, or Savage, or bask in the radiant glory of Paul and Storm.

And you know what? It was nice  doing a signing where most folks didn’t care who I was. It gave me a chance to goof off and get to know the people sitting on either side of me. To my left was the aforementioned Molly Lewis. And to my right was someone I didn’t know at all, but I quickly learned that she was Amy Berg, writer/producer for Eureka (among many other things.)

So we hang out and chat as the line of people slowly trickles past. I’m feeling pretty relaxed. I’ve had a good day. I was on a panel with George Martin, had dinner with Jim Butcher, and got to chat with Wil Wheaton. I went to a party with an actual velvet rope, and the bouncer nodded me through even though I wasn’t on the list. I rode the mechanical bull and didn’t hurt myself. I got a hug from Felicia day and made a thousand people laugh….

It’s  been a busy 14 hours, and I’m in that warm, happy place that comes when you know you don’t have to work any more. And, because I’m in a good mood, I start to joke around with the people coming through the line….

And that’s when I *really* start to get to know the people sitting on either side of me.  I draw a picture of a duck on someone’s poster, and they mock me for its utter terribleness. They mocked me with a sharp-tongued viciousness I haven’t experienced since most of my best friends moved away from Stevens Point.

So I abandoned drawing and started signing clever things on the posters. Then my neighbors started writing things on their posters that were clever-er. And I feel really put out by this, because normally *I* get to be the witty one, and they were out wittying me without hardly trying. I felt the sudden need to step up my game, to say nothing of wanting to buy some of Molly’s music and catch up on the current season of Eureka….

The signing went on for at least a couple hours, and it was the perfect end to the perfect day. As I left the theater I felt that strange, glowy feeling that comes when you level up. It wasn’t until I got home that I found out where the XP boost had come from:

Best of all, I’d made it through two entire days at the convention without making an ass of myself in front of anyone.

But then again, it was only Thursday….

*     *     *

Sorry this one was so long delayed. More soon…

pat

This entry was posted in a billion links, College Survival Guide, Consistent Verb Tense Is For Bitches, conventions, Felicia Day, meeting famous people, my rockstar life, the longest fucking blog ever, videos, Wil WheatonBy Pat36 Responses

36 Comments

  1. Frank
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 5:10 AM | Permalink

    I don’t have time to read this all through now because I have to get to college, but you doing a sketch and riding a mechanical bull? That’s just pure awesomesauce xD I will get back and read it in full, because there’s bound to be more awesome in this post. Good to hear you had a good time, anyways!

  2. Marcus Cox
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 5:48 AM | Permalink

    Molly Lewis is quite possibly the funniest musician to emerge from You Tube. I’ve loved her work since hearing MyHope for the first time about three or four years ago.

    And I love The Guinea Pig Story.

  3. Widow Of Sirius
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 7:01 AM | Permalink

    The Guinea Pig Story is one of my favorites from YCSG, and your reading was fantastic :)

    Molly Lewis is great. Have you heard her Open Letter to Stephen Fry? It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. The boyfriend and I are trying to make a rock cover of MyHope, but we keep letting life get in our way.

  4. Marsbar11
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 7:08 AM | Permalink

    Emerges from Lurkdom…

    A blog by one of my favourite fantasy writers, talking about one of my favourite writer/actor/teenage crushes (could say Crusher, but thats terrible:))

    Small happy dance around blog

    If only Wootstock would travel to the southern hemisphere…

    Returning to ether…

    PS Had my husband and I crying with laughter with your Guinea Pig story- thank you!!

  5. jayh
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 7:51 AM | Permalink

    My wife and I are avid readers of both your books and your blog so when I pointed out that you updated yet again, after she read it this morning she had only one word in response….. SQUEEEE

    give or take a couple of EEEEEE’s

    Jay and Wendy

  6. kathy k.
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 8:13 AM | Permalink

    I’m so happy to have the Guinea Pigs are Fish somewhere so I can show my husband (my kids and I saw you up in DC a few months back) AND of course there are people here who still listen Prairie Home Companion!

  7. CruEllenDeVille
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 8:30 AM | Permalink

    Wow. I love the Comic Con diary entries, and to get a nice Survival Guide bonus made my day (and it gave me some good ideas, just in case the landlord comes to complain about my flatmates guinea pigs, :P). I’m also very happy, because after I’ve done my homework I’m finally going to buy Wise Man’s Fear, (the paperback came out a week ago)!

    A happy smile and a virtual hug to anyone who wants it!

  8. Star
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 8:52 AM | Permalink

    After I talked with you about the Guinea Pigs are Fish story at Mysterious Galaxy for the meet up, the first thing I did when I got home was find this video. I’m a happy camper. My mom and my husband now finally know what I’m talking about! (And they laughed like crazy.) I’ve also been pushing it on my friends on Facebook, who’ve loved the sheer twistedness.

    I really loved being able to just chat with you about Oot, having kids, and other stuff. I hope Oot liked the dolphin. :)

  9. henning
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 9:13 AM | Permalink

    That was a great read, sounds like you had lots of fun :)

  10. Thomas
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 10:48 AM | Permalink

    Heja Mrs Rothfuss,

    Is this Link not some joke or not working? Not that it matters. ^^
    I mean, it sais blog there, but I thought it would lead to that specific blog you mentioned, where you mentioned, you mentioned the book.

    “I mentioned his book >on the blog a while back<. It’s called Ready Player One. And not only did I like it enough to give it a blurb. I liked it enough to dig up his e-mail address and gush to him directly about how much I loved it."

    • Thomas
      Posted November 9, 2011 at 10:50 AM | Permalink

      Woa shit… Mr Rothfuss should that say there… no native speaker here…so I hope you can forgive me.

      • Thomas
        Posted November 9, 2011 at 11:14 AM | Permalink

        Why did I even bother thinking… thinking’s not working today.

        The Link leads to the exact artikle… at least it’s on the same page…just a bit further down.

  11. FantasticBastard
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 12:52 PM | Permalink

    Just watched the video, and, Pat…you’re too modest in the post…you absolutely *killed*.

    Nicely done!

  12. dustycotton
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 1:23 PM | Permalink

    I remember this story from your book signing at Huntington Beach earlier this year and tried desperately to find it somewhere to share but alas, I could not. So glad for this video so everyone else can see it. It’s just not something one can try to explain or retell, they must hear you read it.

  13. reyes7j
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 2:43 PM | Permalink

    Hi Pat,

    I love reading your blog but I’m hard of hearing and I’m honestly missing out on the Guinea Pigs are fish story. Is there a word for word dialogue copy out there of your story? Just so I’d understand how funny the piece was. If you have it on your computer or something could you copy and paste it so I can see? Not exactly a small request but I figured I’d at least try.

    Carl

    • Jackary
      Posted November 10, 2011 at 4:47 PM | Permalink

      Hi Carl!

      I had some time on my hands this morning, so I typed it out. It may have a few grammatical issues, but it should be word for word (save some of the dialogue tags/my funky formatting).

      Patrick Rothfuss: Guinea Pigs are Fish.

      (From a reader letter): I want to have a pet. But they say that the only pets we can have are fish and fish suck. You can’t play or cuddle with a fish. I don’t want a dog or anything, just like, a hamster. What’s the difference, really? They both like in an aquarium, right?

      And then it’s signed Pretty Emotional Towards Mammal Embargos. Which is clever, because the anagram is PET ME. Which at the time I never read anything into that. I might have missed an opportunity. About ten years too late. That’s my track record, right there. My response:

      Well, PET ME. When I lived in the dorms I too felt the desire for something mammalian to cuddle. However, since I horrify most woman, I decided to buy an animal that was forced to love me or face starvation. A pet, in other words. So I bought two guinea pigs and an aquarium. I called them Mr Fluffins and Squeaky Pete. They were teddy bear shorthairs, cute as buttons. How did I deal with the dorm rule against pets? Simple. I ignored it.

      This worked really well for about two months until my RA saw them. He told me I would have to get rid of them. I agreed. Then I got back to ignoring the rule. This worked really well for another month before he saw them a second time. And now we have a bit of script style dialogue going back and forth.

      Him: You said you were going to get rid of those.
      Me: Get rid of what?
      Him: Those.
      Me: I got rid of the old ones. Those are new ones.
      Him: You can’t have any pets but fish.
      Me: They aren’t pets. They’re food. I’m just fattening them up.
      Him: Listen. There are rules.
      Me: In Thoreau’s concept of civil disobedience it is every citizen’s duty to oppose unjust laws.
      Him: I’m getting the hall director.

      About ten minutes later the hall director stopped by. He says:
      Him: You can’t have pets in the dorm. It says right in the handbook.
      Me: Except fish.
      Him: Yep. Right. Except fish.
      Me: Those are fish.
      Him: Those are guinea pigs.
      Me: Prove it.

      He leaves and then he comes back with a dictionary.
      Him: Here. Fish. An aquatic animal.
      Me: They’re aquatic.
      Him: Prove it.

      I leave and I come back with my neighbours ten gallon aquarium. It is full of water, plastic plants and several confused neon tetras named after the various Stooges. Now, you should know something at this point. Squeaky Pete was everything that you could want in a guinea pig. He’s loving, cuddly, playful. Mr Fluffins, however, was standoffish. He would occasionally give me this snobby look, as if he really didn’t approve of my behaviour. A few days ago, he and I had had a talk about how he might more willingly embrace the role of loving pet. At the end of the talk, I thought we were in agreement, but when I picked him up afterward he made wee on my hand.

      So, with the hall director standing there, I picked up Mr Fluffins, dusted the cedar chips off him and dropped him in the aquarium. He squeaked a little, then started to swim around. Then the hall director said:

      Him: Aquatic means that they live under water. Swimming around doesn’t count.

      Turning to look my hall director in the eye, I took Mr Fluffins in a firm grip and pushed him underwater.
      Him: Sweet mother of fuck!
      He shouted.
      Him: What are you doing?
      Pat (with a very dark tone): I’m showing you my fish.

      I said calmly, still looking him in the eye. Mr Fluffins and the Stooges started some improv comedy stared some improv comedy that lasted for five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds. I didn’t look away from the hall director. His eyes were huge and he’d stared to sweat. I didn’t blame him.

      Him: It’s a fish!

      I pulled Mr Fluffins out of the tank, squeezed him out and put him in a towel on my roommate’s bed in case he decided to puke. And after that, PET ME, the hall director never gave me any trouble at all. Best of all, Mr Fluffins became the perfect pet. For about three weeks. Then he tried to shiv me in my sleep. After that, we had another talk, during which he made wee on my hand yet again. So I killed him, ate him, and made his skin into a little hat that I wear to this day.

  14. Tungil
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 4:12 PM | Permalink

    Thanks for sharing! I just love your style of writing, be it the books or the blog! :)

  15. joedetroit
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 6:08 PM | Permalink

    I said yes. I said it in a firm, manly, baritone. Then I hung up the phone and laughed my most maniacal laugh squealed like a little girl.

    Fixed that for you, no charge ;-)

    BTW- My wife and I are pining for Kvothe’s 3rd day (not for the fjords).

  16. Posted November 9, 2011 at 7:39 PM | Permalink

    I love the Guinea Pig Story, it was one of my favorite parts of when you spoke in Boston. Your son running around being the cutest thing that ever lived was really awesome too. I thought I would never be able to share this with my friends because… I don’t know, PETA, Guinea Pig lovers, whatever. So thanks for sharing this. I could never do the story justice with my description of the event. Thank you!

  17. AO_22
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 7:55 PM | Permalink

    “Like a rockstar”? Hm….

    “Fantasy author Pat Rothfuss, upon going to sleep each night, is reborn in his ultra-secretey identity as a musician who travels the country-side righting wrongs and singing songs so wrong that they’re right”.

    Sort of like “Touched By An Angel”, we could maybe call it “Touched By Pat Rothfuss”?

    Or not.

  18. backgroundc52
    Posted November 9, 2011 at 9:23 PM | Permalink

    Pat, I’ve heard you tell this twice, not including the video. I could hear it 1000 times more and I would laugh my ass off every time. It’s definitely a good one.

    • backgroundc52
      Posted November 9, 2011 at 9:24 PM | Permalink

      Heh, i’m talking about the guinea pig story of course.

  19. twelsh
    Posted November 10, 2011 at 12:35 AM | Permalink

    Hey Pat, your blog is almost as good as your books. Bravo, and I love Garrison Keillor by the way.

  20. Posted November 10, 2011 at 2:04 AM | Permalink

    It’s always sort of surreal when you post things like this. So many of the people and things I love as a fan are often involved with one another. It’s your blog that usually brings that to my attention. Oh and Adam Savage has some part in everything I like. Seriously, what isn’t he involved in?

    Another source where my geek worlds collide is The Nerdist podcast. I was listenign to an episode where they were reading some fanmail, and the particular letter they were reading was from “someone name Anton Strout”. My head exploded as two of my geek worlds unwittingly glided through one another.

  21. Casey9182
    Posted November 10, 2011 at 2:38 PM | Permalink

    Your blog reads like a rock stars biography.

    Keep up the good work; I look forward to reading more.

  22. Full-time Joke
    Posted November 10, 2011 at 10:55 PM | Permalink

    This was SO worth the wait. Thanks Pat. I can’t wait for the rest! :)

  23. Goibniu
    Posted November 13, 2011 at 6:34 AM | Permalink

    Just one more person checking in to say that you’re not alone in listening to Prairie Home Companion. I’ve been listening my whole life. Now I’m off to email Garrison to see if he’ll bring you on the show, because that would be the best thing in the world.

    • Posted November 14, 2011 at 11:20 AM | Permalink

      Ditto. The man’s a genius. Ever heard Garrison do the three word thing? “Name three objects…”

      Then he uses them to create a 12-minute modern American mythology.

  24. Andie
    Posted November 13, 2011 at 9:44 PM | Permalink

    I too thought Ready Player One was f’ing awesome!!!

  25. Posted November 14, 2011 at 11:20 AM | Permalink

    Glad you had fun, btw. Sounds like a blast.

  26. ajalbinak
    Posted November 14, 2011 at 9:08 PM | Permalink

    Oh. My. God. I just peed in my pants a little, I was laughing so hard at the Guinea Pig Story. That was effing awesome. Thank you. I’m trying to figure out if I can play it for my 7yr old son…maybe if I prep him by reassuring him that the guinea pig makes it. Well, through the fish tank, at least…

  27. chat
    Posted February 25, 2012 at 1:36 PM | Permalink

    شات
    بشات بنات فقط
    شات بنات
    دردشة مصرية
    شات مصرى
    شات مصر
    مصرى
    شات مصري
    دردشه
    دردشه مصريه
    دردشة بنات
    دردشة مصر
    مصري
    بحبك
    الشات مصر
    الشات المصري
    الشات المصرى
    الشات مصرية
    الشات مصريه
    دردشة كتابية
    دردشه كتابيه
    شات بنات مصر
    شات بنت مصر
    دردشه بنات
    شات مصر
    شات كتابي
    شات بنات
    دردشة
    دردشه
    شات مصرىة
    ahj
    ahj lwvn
    ahj lwv
    ]v]am lwvdm
    ahj fkhj
    ]v]am
    ahj lwvd
    hgahj lwv
    hgahj hglwvd
    دردشة مصريه
    دردشه مصر
    دردشه مصرية
    شات مصرىه
    سعودى اكس بي
    شات صوتى
    شات صوتي
    دردشة صوتية
    شات الكويتى
    دردشة الكويتى
    الكويتى الصوتى
    شات الكويتي
    مركز رفع
    مكتبة الكتب
    مقالات
    العاب
    دليل
    العاب فلاش
    منتديات
    منتدى
    توبيكات
    بث مباشر
    القران الكريم
    يوتيوب
    الطب البديل
    الثقافة الجنسية
    ترجمة نصوص
    شات اسوان
    شات حلوان
    شات الاسكندرية
    شات القاهرة
    العاب اكشن
    العاب الغاز وذكاء
    العاب تصويب
    العاب رياضة
    العاب اطفال
    شات بنت مصريه
    شات مصاروة
    شات مصريه
    القسم العام
    النقاش الجاد
    القسم الاسلامي

    دردشة عراقية

    شات عراقي
    جات عراقي

Post a Comment

You must be logged in to post a comment.

  • Our Store

  • Previous Posts

  • Archives

  • My Twitter

  • Bookmark this Blog

    (IE and Firefox users only - Safari users, click Command-D)