1740 pts ยท January 9, 2013
Red-headed female who doesn't like Mondays.
The picture of "no, I don't need a basket"...*15minslater*
I used to laugh at these. Then I moved to Canada. Just another day.
God was playing the sims, got trolled by that one fuck who refuses to die no matter how much you mistreat them.
This is such a whore post, I just liked it on FB too. Slut.
I always felt bad and let it rule me, until I learned it would never change anything. You'll just keep being guilted into frustration.
My mum does this. Moral of the story? Don't live with your Ma. It's the only way I get on with mine.
'Cause I value life over senseless death?
Did you plant a shit in a box? If not, you should.
Still, it's not my first intention to plaster it all over social media for all my UK friends to see at 8am...courtesy, mate. Courtesy.
If her name is Acacia, fuck her. She still owes me internet money.
Lookin' a little blue.
I lied when I said I'd take a job because I was saving for a masters (actually saved to emigrate to Canada!) worked 70hrs a wk for 3 months!
I'm moving there two weeks today! I AM READY FOR POUTINE.
I know, some of it was in support for JLaw even though they hadn't seen the pictures. What a waste of donations.
Excellent!
Not only introverts get this way, I'm definitely extroverted and I can identify with this situation.
I thought this was going to be a generic story for all gingers...
NO! NOPE! STAHHHHP, STAHHHP IT.
I was just about to go downstairs to get a snickers, quickly checked imgur...and this was here...kinda creeped out.
Sick bitch!
Please say this is some homage to a 4year old and that it was the last picture they ever drew.
If you scratch my back I'll scratch yours.
Not sure if joke, or not understanding that there is an ewok in the background...
An*
A ewok?
Always have an answer to ask at the end, don't fill silences with erms, smile, make eye contact, always have some interesting facts at hand!
So, technically, if you sweat- would your sweat just then roll off in droplets instead of dampening your shirt?
My milk is out of date for my afternoon brew! To the corner-shop I must venture!
I concur, and I am also in the company of crumpets at 10:40am
Kidnap George R.R.Martin and interrogate him.
The picture of "no, I don't need a basket"...*15minslater*
I used to laugh at these. Then I moved to Canada. Just another day.
God was playing the sims, got trolled by that one fuck who refuses to die no matter how much you mistreat them.
This is such a whore post, I just liked it on FB too. Slut.
I always felt bad and let it rule me, until I learned it would never change anything. You'll just keep being guilted into frustration.
My mum does this. Moral of the story? Don't live with your Ma. It's the only way I get on with mine.
'Cause I value life over senseless death?
Did you plant a shit in a box? If not, you should.
Still, it's not my first intention to plaster it all over social media for all my UK friends to see at 8am...courtesy, mate. Courtesy.
If her name is Acacia, fuck her. She still owes me internet money.
Lookin' a little blue.
I lied when I said I'd take a job because I was saving for a masters (actually saved to emigrate to Canada!) worked 70hrs a wk for 3 months!
I'm moving there two weeks today! I AM READY FOR POUTINE.
I know, some of it was in support for JLaw even though they hadn't seen the pictures. What a waste of donations.
Excellent!
Not only introverts get this way, I'm definitely extroverted and I can identify with this situation.
I thought this was going to be a generic story for all gingers...
NO! NOPE! STAHHHHP, STAHHHP IT.
I was just about to go downstairs to get a snickers, quickly checked imgur...and this was here...kinda creeped out.
Sick bitch!
Please say this is some homage to a 4year old and that it was the last picture they ever drew.
If you scratch my back I'll scratch yours.
Not sure if joke, or not understanding that there is an ewok in the background...
An*
A ewok?
Always have an answer to ask at the end, don't fill silences with erms, smile, make eye contact, always have some interesting facts at hand!
So, technically, if you sweat- would your sweat just then roll off in droplets instead of dampening your shirt?
My milk is out of date for my afternoon brew! To the corner-shop I must venture!
I concur, and I am also in the company of crumpets at 10:40am
Kidnap George R.R.Martin and interrogate him.