Merry Christmas!
Marry the moon!
It is too cool to express in words.
We eat it?
Are we still sane?
I was hoping you would correct me, not laugh at my misfortune. MAYBE WE JUST CAN'T BE BEST FRIENDS ANY MORE, SCONSILTON.
A brand new page. Any thoughts to share?
It was a poem. It's up to YOU to make it song. Folksong, even.
What's wrong with donkey? PS: I heard my donkey will grant you three wishes if you are good and obedient.
Can I go in your room with my donkey?
