My god mother hates cilantro, but sadly we are the only two.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
I can't believe I'm confessing this, but I lost my virginity to Cilantro. I have regretted it ever since. Cilantro took me to a party in high school. All the cool kids were there. I felt cool being invited. Cilantro brought me a drink, then another. The night was a blur. I remember Cilantro asking me back to it's apartment to "watch a movie." I was so young and so stupid. I don't know if I could ever forgive Cilantro for taking advantage of me.
More about me:
I can throw a javelin 97 feet.
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