You May Tire of Me As Our December Sun is Setting
Come on by and feel the words blow right through from beyond. The only place to diagonally park in a parallel dimension. So sit down, strap in, and enjoy. Lights on...doors open...but no ones home. Last one out, hit the lights.
5 Comments:
Wow, that picture is ironic now that you are going bald =p
You know what...that's not very nice, and it hurts my feelings. So you can burn in hell!! (hehehe)
Oww OWWW break me off a piece of that horwarth
Soooo cute!!
This does not proove that you were not furry as a baby, because this picture is clearly forged.
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