I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realized it when your dog ran amok outside of Chicago and I saw you sit on my best friend. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand how awful I've felt. I'm returning the cut toenails to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I always will remember the incarnation as an eskimo.
Greetings to your freaky family,
rg1










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If you think you did something 'good', you're wrong.
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If you think you did something 'good', you're wrong.
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If you think you did something 'good', you're wrong.
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If you think you did something 'good', you're wrong.
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