He's not just your God. God loves all of us.
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Oh God, what is wrong with your ears
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God is on a boat!
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If that's the sort of thing they cram into their ears, I'd be surprised if they'd heard of them either.
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I'm all yours, baby.
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My skin is crawling.
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Wil's hand is crawling...down Fabio's pants.
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Stop this madness, I might cringe myself to death.
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STYLE: sunglasses at night. I wanna all the englishmen to come here :D
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I might just have to. >.>
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Have confidence, have personality, don't be afraid of illegal job and... so many girls in here, where do I begin?
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Can I take a guess and say that they form approximately 50 entire percent of your population?
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I think more than 50%...
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He wasn't asking what percentage of them you fill.
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ahaha no seriously :)
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ha!
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"They were this big!
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If one thing fucks me off more than not closing brackets, it’s not closing quotation marks.
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Maybe he's got more to say
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Maybe he's quoting us."
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... and her hands had this strange deformity" There. OK now?
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No. Now you closed quotation without even starting it.
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