The very intelligent conversations we have on a daily basis.
Welcome to our cribz, y'all~
So the thing is, we're gonna chip in our money and buy a fucking huge mansion and end up as nocturnal, aneroxic party animals. We will forget to eat, and breakfast is at 11pm. We will get hyperactive and have taopok sessions every morning. We will adopt a kid and raise him/her up as a homosexual when we get sick of each other. We will grow fat, live fast and die young. We will get diabetes, kidney problems and lung cancer. We will be fabulous and everyone would love to be us.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sandy Claws
AC: Christmas is coming, you know?
J: Don't even think about it.
AC: Santa's gonna give you something, not me.
J: Do you see Santa every morning when you look in the mirror?
AC: Yeah.. I always see a jolly fat man. *looks down at tummy*
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