Ok, well please don't get smashed by anything. I am speaking more along the lines of me driving myself to Texas and sneaking away with him (and perhaps a certain reduced pastel) quietly in the night.
Ok, well please don't get smashed by anything. I am speaking more along the lines of me driving myself to Texas and sneaking away with him (and perhaps a certain reduced pastel) quietly in the night.
Hahahaha!
Welllll... I'll TRY to not get smashed by anything... but this statement can be counted as part of my living will:
***When I go... (Hopefully not by being smashed in any manor)... One of the first orders of business to be seen to is getting Rapture over here to box up Gimp for his trip to Emily-ville!***
As for that certain reduced pastel... she's coming with me!
LOL!