Only if you compliment my shoes first.
Like, let's totally go to the mall and level up on macking?
Well, you failed. I've been here all along and I saw you gazing into the mirror like a narcissistic valley girl!
I'm going to see if I can sneak in here really fast before you get back from usernoting. *egress
I'm wearing Snoopy shoes, but I'm not making some huge usernote brag-fest over the situation.
In case you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm wearing special shoulder pillows today.
Lunar, we're through. I found somebody new. And not only does he give me explicit pics more than once, but he also will do things with me. Doity things. And, I get to hear his sexy voice. You have failed to deliver on that point.
There is an Indian Thriller...GIRLY MAN! Anywayz... if you were some sort of magicianwizardfairy, I'd married you. But instead you're a physicianlizarddaisy. So dissapointing.
I wonder if "Thriller" by Michael Jackson was released in Egypt...
Out of Egypt, into the great laugh of mankind, and I shake the dirt from my sandals as I run.