What's up with no PMs in a while?
I still love you, bro., you have to know this.
I know you have them ready to go ...
Let's do this.
Btw, one word, fuckers: Gates.
Ok, two words: Gates and Indy.s
OK, three words: bbq, Gates, Indy and Piggy.
Talk to me.
bbq?
Moderator: Jesus H Christ
Hey, just so you know ...

Those are my dogs, the ones who barked loudly amid the abortion that is The worst song, ever.
And btw, here is one of my cats,

She's dead now, but was the coolest cat ever, aside from AP's jealousy, of her having one blue eye an one yellow eye ...
Greatest cat ever, in the sense that she would've hung out with Toddowen, as long as it meant she was hanging out, and not being subjected to being in the house, of which she wasn't.
Clara, was her name. She lived with me for nearly 10 years, and couldn't give a damn about me nor anyone else, alone.
A party, however, holy fuck, that cat lived up to her name ... like she was showing up for some award show in Hollywood.
Seriously, that cat loved to be around people.
But now she's dead.
bbq, can I adopt your kid for a couple of years? I'll only get druck a few tiems a night, promise.

Those are my dogs, the ones who barked loudly amid the abortion that is The worst song, ever.
And btw, here is one of my cats,

She's dead now, but was the coolest cat ever, aside from AP's jealousy, of her having one blue eye an one yellow eye ...
Greatest cat ever, in the sense that she would've hung out with Toddowen, as long as it meant she was hanging out, and not being subjected to being in the house, of which she wasn't.
Clara, was her name. She lived with me for nearly 10 years, and couldn't give a damn about me nor anyone else, alone.
A party, however, holy fuck, that cat lived up to her name ... like she was showing up for some award show in Hollywood.
Seriously, that cat loved to be around people.
But now she's dead.
bbq, can I adopt your kid for a couple of years? I'll only get druck a few tiems a night, promise.
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