Resha, I think you are swell.
The epitome of life: a
Speak for yourself!
We be Hobbits.
Claire glare underwear!
Violin, over there! Where? There! Underneath the wooden chair!
Violins. Please. and you loved me too? Your thoughts are just for me? You set my spirit free~ I'm happy that you do. The book of life is brief; and once a page is read, all but love is dead - that is my belief.
I changed the outline of my jaw to fit your personal preferences!
Really? Aw, shucks.
Not true! We hate you for entirely different reasons.