Wise choice.
Hello, themagicroundabout. Can I call you that? Or do you want me to call you something else?
IN THE LAND OF HATRED, WE RIP OFF ONE HEAD IF ONE TRY TO SHAKE OR NOD IT.
Lean as a runner bean, he was.
Every day is like Sunday.
ME.
You mean those pizzas?
And then we could turn the light back on again! Off! On! Off! On! Off! On! Off! On! Off! On! Off!
I remember those time when I work as a stewardess and serve poisonous snakes and vermins to those passengers. Too bad they refuse to eat it and jump off the plane instead.
I declare that themagicroundabout like dancing mushroom and he deserve an award for it.
