I'm pretty certain your getting Emotion confused with the sun turning into a red giant in 5 billion years time...
I'm so sorry that my avatar doesn't appear fully in the shot, but the cat was threatening the photographer.Yeah... And 10 years later, they composed stuff on the tiny SID chip of a Commodore 64.
Fear the cinnamon sugar swirl. By the Gods, fear it, Laurence.Uhhh...
Who the hell are you?
Who are you to tell me when stop my fun?
Nosy bitch!
edited 1st Aug '13 5:40:56 AM by LiorVal
You should put less love on murder and try to be friend with the tiny man.
If a chicken crosses the road and nobody else is around to see it, does the road move beneath the chicken instead?at least 3.
so much to do, and yet... here, it feels like one cannot do anything but lie here and sleep forever.Wow, all this sure does sound quite lovely. Perhaps I shall give this morphine drug a try...
The murder part is the hard part.
How should I know?
Been there, done that...They called it "The Tunguska Incident."
Look upon my R.O.U.S., ye mighty, and despair!What are you talking about?
Then you shall love murder less.
If a chicken crosses the road and nobody else is around to see it, does the road move beneath the chicken instead?Need more love, eh? You're always welcome for a pint of cold, mate .
I'm gonna throw them sinks outta the window!
edited 1st Aug '13 11:00:10 AM by TAPETRVE
Fear the cinnamon sugar swirl. By the Gods, fear it, Laurence.What fun? What did I do to your patience? Where did you come from?
I'm so sorry that my avatar doesn't appear fully in the shot, but the cat was threatening the photographer....
Okay, why are you telling me this?
You don't have to yell... But, thanks for speaking up about those criminal vices. I'll make to notify the police as soon as possible.
I must congratulate you. for that plan is succesful.
I drink 17 cups of coffee in court.As long as you dispose the trash properly, I don't mind.
If a chicken crosses the road and nobody else is around to see it, does the road move beneath the chicken instead?I cant a kitchen sink killed my father .
ALL THAT YOU ARE IS A FACE IN A MIRROR,IL CLOSE MY EYES AND YOU'LL DISSAPEAR.It's raining diapers and tampons when it's damn good to feel the many ways my collection of Russell Brand body parts could get blown up by motivational speakers.
What's the point of that,...especially when I can do it the other way For the Lulz
Really?
Can't enemies be made by refusing to change something? Well, not everyone can be pleased.
edited 1st Aug '13 3:27:17 PM by MikuruFan
It's 4 in the morning. You'll be too late for bed!
Fear the cinnamon sugar swirl. By the Gods, fear it, Laurence.I plead not guilty.
I'm not saying anything else until my lawyer gets here.
i just want to sell out my funeral
I want to know myself and be alone no longer