.........................that's why its getting sold, no not the plank, the bird. You licked my ear, ew you're joking. You gave me a paper cut on my face. I have a million lacerations. Can't you see your on the wrong side of the bed. Ah the life. I must be dancing in my sleep, waking up across the bed. You don't know lots of things don't you. Brain cells. Not a single one. She's fucking 8 years old, she doesn't even know what she likes. Does that actually change the situation, because I always try and do the same thing. If your car was here i'd key it bitch. Hold a coat-hanger above your head. What was she doing with a fire-extinguisher?
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