Haha yeah...*sigh* good times. You write letters on pieces of poo.
You never told me you know how to use a phone! Remember you said there was a man trapped in a box when you saw a TV? I dun like the idea of my letter turning into a lump of poo.
I was trimming my pubic hair for Valentine's Night, girl. It was all for you. But you wouldn't pick up your phone when I tried calling you out. And I read via digestion.
Remember the last time I wrote you a love letter, you said you were hungry and ate it. You didn't bother to read its contents. And remember the time I asked you to go out for valentine day, you said you had to trim your pubic hair and had no time for me.
None. Are you offering? Wat choo tokkin bout?
Just how many loves do you have anyway? You are such a WOMANIZER!
You'll have to beat me to the punch, love. I'd prefer it if you'd take care of him beforehand.
Oh ya, me and Imp thinks that you are dumb and dun deserve to live in this world. If possible can we kill you? Dun worry, we will take care of Psy for you after you are gone!
Young? The guys, like, 80. Freaky hamsters, yeah. Is that actually possible? I'm so confused.
Oh you do like him!! Oh mine, young loves! My hamsters had the size of a grizzly bear, I thought that is the average size of a hamster? If that imp is as cute and adorable as the imp that we are talking about, then that's cool! You never know unless you try!! Who knows, she might like it!!!
