Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Poor little girl doesn't know what she's getting in to.

But I do.

And I can blow her off as easily as a fly.

He's mine, for as long as I want him.

Then she can take him.

Cute.


Anonymous
07:20:00 PM

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

boring

Anonymous said...

Oh wow...I feel like I wrote this...but I didn't.

Anonymous said...

I know who you are, and your soul is made of the sour liquid vomit that you barf up when there's no food left in your stomach.