In Britain that would be Me, myself and the mew. At least that's how I think that's how it works. I don't like it that way. It makes my words feel naked.
Yup. Me, myself, and the mew. We did it together. :3
Oh look, I got myself past 800.
Temporarily.
My hero has returned. :3
Bianca.
It means you and your 27 pages of User Notes can eat my jealousy and choke on it...P.S. Lunar loves you. But not Weaver, he has grudge issues.
We believe ' is the anime equivalent of a nervous sweatdrop. Or a typo. Or hate. We don't really know. :3
Currency is made in trust of the Messiah I'm spending it to get higher Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early Sunshine on my grill, I spill Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves Latter Day Saints say religious praise I dolo, challenge any team or solo You must be buggin out, new to my sh!t, home on a furlough Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up Mafioso, gettin niggaz wigs sprayed up Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in a sentence, paragraph's indented Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye Openin cigars, let tobacco fly Condos are tuneproof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof Sh!ttin like gin and prune juice Yo the system wants the coon's noose, hang em high Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook while I just wrote a statement, like I'm facing twenty years in the basement - chilling on the via with Mumia for wearin chrome - I told the judge snakes slither like Sharon Stone, but like Capone I'm thrown
That answer is always hate for you, Christmas.
This is EnglandPapa Waigo
cyka blyat
Huh? Flower?! What the hell?!