I'm afraid we can't talk to each other anymore.
Colours. Get it right.
Colors.
We have pretty colours to stare at. Bread?
You and me. We have something special. Want to breed?
There's no need for me to be suspicious at all!
I was just kidding with you. Your secret is safe with me! *wink* *wink*
Well, there you go.
That's what all the guys asked me when I told them a coin flip would decide whether or not I'd get breast fed by some chick at 15. :sad:
Proof or it didn't happen.
