Please don't ever write children's stories anaisa thank you
It's pouring, the old man is snoring, he went to bed and bumped his head, an couldn't get up in the morning. because he was dead.
Not tonight.
It's raining.
I see the glimmerings of a pornographic poem in Carrots' usernote
Soon your clothes will cascade to the ground in a whirlwind of hurry.
Music is playing in the darkness~ Shadows flickering, my heart's jittering...just you'n I~
Splendid!
Cup of tea, New York?
Hello humilation.