Figuratively of course. That's right, my soul is having a heart attack. Words have no meaning to me anymore...except the word 'pants', that one is always fresh in my mind. It is only a matter of time now.
What err you piece of bitch, I fucking see the same fucking posts at triedia and www.mylittleponies.ezboard.com, your like the master of cut and paste.
What err you piece of bitch, I fucking see the same fucking posts at triedia and www.mylittleponies.ezboard.com, your like the master of cut and paste.
Nice try asshole, but nobody worth while posts on Triedia. Also, that link doesn't work. Seriously, don't accuse me of being unoriginal. It's all I have and now I feel not so good. Feel strange. I kill you all now.