I was five and he was six. We played on horses made of sticks. He wore black and I wore white. He would always win the fight. BANG! BANG! He shot me down BANG! BANG! I hit the ground. BANG! BANG! That awful sound... BANG! BANG! Old Manus My baby shot me down.
Gareth Travis Frederick Oswald.
Gallimimus
LOL IT’s fuinny because he said the brand name like they have no fear but he said No Fear like the brand
Do you surf, Martyr? Is surfing a thing you enjoy to do? If you respond to this, please supply your definition of surfing, as it is a very loose term.
I knew this guy named leon. He had long, curly, dirty blonde hair. I didn't know whether or not he was as tough and rugged as a Lion or as noble and kind hearted as the long haired blonde heroes of folklore and Myth, like Arthas from WC3. In any event, I never spoke to him. Didn't like him. So all my questions will continue to march along that damp, damp, droll drive into infinite, unnamed, unanswered, unloved.
I have a sack of coal next to my body. I’m not too sure what I’m supposed to do with it. Not giving it away, that’s for sure.
Much like an oliphant.
I’m going to smurfing kill Tommy.
Meat Puppet, I apologize, but, so you know, recent circumstances have made things so that, instead of receiving a proper User Note, the next thing I think of that is releveant to you or a conversation in your User Notes will promptly be sent to another character instead. Please, do not cry. Be strong. Be brave.
