His weakness is the welcome mat, throw some like ninja stars.
I liked the good old days when we would walk down yonder lane in what young'ns these days call the boonies. We'd make our way along the line of cottages and hold our pillow cases out in hopes of a wondrous helping of mashed potatoes. Blessed were those of us who recieved gravy in addition.
You need more pepper in your life, oddler.
Alright, look. Before today, you were a human. From this day forth, though, you'll be a sentient mist that floats his/her (does mist have a gender?) way in and out of people and influences their behavior. Good luck. We're counting on you.
I'd buy you fists if you wanted me to.
Or just a mental complex that unlocks new paths in life.
You... you cut so deep. You should call yourself WoundLeaver. :laceration:
And who was there to save you? Who? (The answer is me)
Your profile picture is a perversion of inversion.
oddler is the bunny I always wanted but killed when somebody gave me one the last time.
