Five...Five Dollar...Five Dollar Footlong.
Five...Five Dollar...Five Dollar Footlong.
when all else fails, read the STICKIES.
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I am a seal of the father himself of all things holy...
For the Horde!
Life has never interested me so much as the escape from life.
"Why oh Why do I feel as if I am burning?"
I'm jumping for joy for cupcakes that I made in the oven!
For the Horde!
WHAT? How is that possible?
For the Horde!
I really need to cool my head...
Originally Posted by Rugz
Yay! The riverdance tour is back in town!
You dare to ask my age?
There now ensued a series of incidents which transported me to the opposite extremes of ecstasy and horror; incidents which I tremble to recall and dare not seek to interpret.
Is this what happens to kids who wander into the forest? It looks like he doesn't like grownups...
Mountains rise in the distance stalwart as the stars, fading forever.
Roads ever weaving, soul ever seeking the hunter's mark.
So yeah, I totally wacked the previous guy. Now I'm wearing his head on my shoulder. Oh yeah baby!
Sup babe! Remember you said we were gonna stay together no matter what? Well you'll never guess what happened to me today...
I have no use for the machine age or any of its conceptions, methods, & ideals.
Oh hello.