TYB
Sunday nights receive the understudies of shills.
The glow is far from what it could be.
"They're not sending us their best."
The looks tell it all.
No.
Maybe the anon doesn't want to be found, faggot.
Maybe the anon doesn't want to be bound, faggot.
Maybe the anon doesn't want to be crowned, faggot.
Three possibilities.
Choose one and get back to digging, meming, or praying, faggot.
April Fools.
Meet me at the bike rack after school, Lumpy.
No, but you've got to drop a dime on someone from time to time.
My glacier is your glacier.
I'm sorry they hurt you.
It's always the ones with the latent homosexual tendencies, go figure.