You can't truly be what you want to be until you find something you want to burn, then light it on fire and dance around it like an indian.
I actually wrote a retarded story about UNDEAD LOVE in the writer corner.
They are full of monsters much scarier than undeads.
There is a bed above my bug.
By Leo Toaster Strudel?
Will it be a festive conservative party? Then I could talk with a festival girl.
CAN I EAT YOUR WALLS?
NEVER.
I imagine Christams doesn't have any usernotes at all.
