Moon light.
Hate. Dogs with outfits that their owners made them wear.
I see that Heat has something to crow about.
I don't hate 'em, but I don't love 'em either (or wear 'em). Slogans.
Levitate.
Razor back.
Don't have rules. Do you always follow rules?
Shared grief.
Ogle.
Wibbly.
It is. It's going straight from winter to summer here. Where the hell did spring go?
A clue. Yay me!
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I guess anything's a weed if you don't really want it, and some people don't want their collard greens. Aren't collared greens as cruel a thing...
(Storch, If I could rep that post, I would. Alas, I'm too free and easy with my likes so I've hit my daily quota.) No, I thought it was a drawing...
You have a cast iron stomach then!
Quiet.
Crisps. I really shouldn't have. I nearly et the whole lot. Bleurgh.
Love if I was able to wear it and look good, but I can't, so... hate. Modems.
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