Actually, it's your beard! I just can't tolerate this excessive rug burn! ...And It makes me jealous and insecure about my own delightful lack of mustache!
Actually, it's your beard! I just can't tolerate this excessive rug burn! ...And It makes me jealous and insecure about my own delightful lack of mustache!
Need advice? Or just some cheering up? PM.
Or bug me on Skype. Any time I'm online.
'I prefer to exist as a duality. Living alone is boring.'
╔Crowley Karterson Jarvis╗
╙The Golden Crowl ╜
梟金烏
Because you apparently forgot your unclothed body was a magnet for pulling gravitational objects closer.
Beans. It was the beans that did it. And the beans were old too
We are the measure of all things. And the beauty of our creation, of our art is proportional to the beauty of ourselves of our souls. Jonas Mekas
Because I am sick and I think it woz the beans what dun it.
If you talk to a cat they look at you as if you are way below their intelligence to even listen.
However, when you talk to a dog they look at you with such admiration and really do seem to understand what you are saying.
Even if it is a bit silly...
...they still think you are wonderful.
Because you keep banning me! Banning is not a sign of love.
I long for the day when MS stands for mystery solved!
It was the kinky penguin sex that finally put me off. Your beak was always too sharp.
We are the measure of all things. And the beauty of our creation, of our art is proportional to the beauty of ourselves of our souls. Jonas Mekas
I swore off people after trying kinky penguin sex.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep into our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
- Shakespeare, Merchant...Act 5
Because of your great love of The BeeGees...I'd rather be in a padded room with thrash metal...shrieking chipmunks, and the penguin sex was getting old...
It's because of your mother. We're in love.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep into our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
- Shakespeare, Merchant...Act 5
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