Well. For now. But one of these days, one of our egos is going to grow too big. Too damn big. And then we'll have a problem.
Urethra Franklin.
These usernotes ain't big enough for the both of us.
urea
I guess I should tell you that I'm proud of you.
Perhaps a less formal posture would be acceptable
I'm probably worse. It's a dry winter.
They always seem to do that when you're trying to be good. Like when my mom would say that she'd going on a diet, my mormor would go out and buy like, tons of ice cream and cookies and crap. Lamos.
Isn't it so smurfing hard? For me it is, anyways. It's nasty.
Is this ¡adios!?
