Like that time. When there were two drunk girls. And no similies or metaphors could save him
It's alright, I've got my affairs in order.
Ruffle is to carry out mass genocide to avenge my death.
Sorted.
UPDATE: Don't worry I may get out of it with my excellent wit and this jar of peanut butter.
Is scared.
Posted by
Tommeh
Sunday, January 07, 2007
2 comments:
*giggles*
But eww, peanut butter *scrunches up nose*
yay peanut butter!
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