I'm sitting here, at 7:48 AM, after studying all night, reading this buncha crap with lots of formulas in them, and I'm thinking..
WHO THE HELL KNOWS ALL THIS CRAP FROM THEIR HEAD?
And what sad, pathetic lives they must have.
Sadly, I'm about to become one of them.
Originally Posted by I'm my own MILF
The messenger is standing at the gate
Ready to let go
Ready for the crush
Too late for whispers
Too late for the blush
The past is mercy
When the future is aglow
I like Scottish accent , reminds me of drunk people
I am going for a job interview today and my brother punked the button down shirt I was going to wear; I am not happy.
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