*claps*

It is at my school but it didn't teach us any real world values.

I prefer uncirumcised...sweaters...

Sometimes I do this for the affect of what I am saying.

What happened between them?

*vomits*

I wonder what the lungs of the people who live there look like.

I want him. Very much. Now.

My mom has that. Sometimes I stare at her and laugh and when she asks what I'm laughing at I say "down with the bloody big head."

*swoons* I don't care. He is perfect.

You could say it was a... Tough cookie.

This is a game changer.

I think it's a tad late for condoms...

Usually they are called covens... But ya know, whatever.