only on weekdays
is it illustrated?
i aint cleaning nobodys shit. i can make toast, tea and sandwhiches?
k. whats next?
me? i dont wanna read back.
its a cycle without solutions. ive gone so much past caring about shit like that, that not even giving a fuck seems like a tedious task
i dont mind ashley all that much. she is retarded, but still..
thats that then.
he's off delivering me my X850 with his reindeer
im half way there, with cherry cream on top
its complete insanity. anyone see the footage of them kids who went out to the look at the unusually low tide on the beach? it doesnt have a happy...
very nice
vacuum bag it. and eat it in 2029
im always on msn. nobody ever talks to me though :(
ide say he was just a suspect brought in for questioning
does your spirit leave the cocoon a butterfly?
i think donald rumsfeld should add earthquakes to his deck of cards
ingrinably
correct. that makes it even more fun
i dont believe my eyes. seriously, i see dead people
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