There's invitation to a party inside Araciel's pants.
1337 is an horrible abomination.
wow, not another stalker
I KNOW YOUR BROTHER.
Where does that leave 1337?
You made my head explode. And not in the good way. Words>numbers.
If nothing else, it would be terribly hard to tune right.
That guitar wouldn't work. It's made of paper.
I thought that other one was attractive. Dammit, Lunar. I insist you change it back.
You're easily pressured into things. Try CRACK COCAINE.