U're a turtle addicted!
400! Also, i'm glad i'm not french too. They act so stuck up and like they are the best all the time, I mean, when I visit france (not very often) I at least try to speak french there so people understand me, its manners, right? But over here in England they just speak french at expect us to understand them completly, I mean if you don't understand them, they look down on you like your a peice of . Thats why us English really, really, REALLY hate the french. smurfing french stuck up butf***ing mother shagging insect loving mother f***ers.
Awwww. I like everyone! EXCEPT THE FRENCH!!!!! Goddamn stuck up french people! lol. I'm joking. Or am I? :evilking:
He was born without it, unlucky bastard. Beans, beans, the musical friut, the more you eat the more you toot, the more you toot the better you feel so eat your beans with every meal! lol I remember that ryhme from primary school. lol. And remember kids, don't drink and drive..... Smoke a spliff and fly! Peace out dudes. *The stoner turtle dudes wave bye-bye*
Whats the definition of unfair? A one armed man hanging off a cliff with itchy balls. xD
Now hate has been spread into Christmas vains! Very hateful Christmas
You were innocent too...... Once.
I am touched too. By you at night. Hehehe.
I know but after what you said last night I thought I was never going to see you again.
A song for you. I hope I see you again, my beautiful Angel. I miss you. Song: Lost Hope Theres a boy in a home, Left dark and alone, Praying someone will rescue him, Even though he already knows, His heart is full of sin, Theres a clock in the hall, That sounds so low, Alone and left to rot, Hoping he will rise up again, Like the flowers from a pot, Theres a woman who rides, Every morining at eight, On the bus to Tavistock, Though she's dying inside, If you ask how she is, She'll always say she's fine. The earth has lost all of its hope, and the light has nearly gone, I ask myself why it has to be, What did I do wrong? As my heart melts away, I think of her, My beautiful girl Ana, Hoping that I will see her again, Hoping its not wrong. Theres a homless man, standing in the street, Looking up to the cloud filled sky, He think of his happy past, And then starts to cry, Theres a girl in a house, Trying to figure out, If she's a ragodoll or a daughter, Hoping that one day she will find love. The earth has lost all of its hope, and the light has nearly gone, I ask myself why it has to be, What did I do wrong? As my heart melts away, I think of her, My beautiful girl Ana, Hoping that I will see her again, Hoping its not wrong.
