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PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black
Postcard in this likeness, ten of them, were given to me today by two hair-rich and slightly less blood-filled than usual individuals through my window. They did proceed to throw blood-drop/vodafuck shaped gum candy at me, which I took well, because I like that kind of candy. Thus I threw some of my homemade chocolate butter at the ground before them.
Now, they did walk around not-said house, only for me to open the front door and greet them in an wild-horse manner, and of course this all happened wilst heavily conversing in an alien tongue, which, henceforth, is this language, that I'm writing; this entry, in.
BTU. [sic], but supposed to be BUT, that was not what this ghastly entry was for. It is to inform ye, my heavenly buddies, that these there postcards, with all their bloodly meanings and preaching of which I have no knowledge, and I have recreated for your leisure, comfort and glee, shall adorn my white white walls in a moment or two days.
I'm quite looking forward to it.
No, of course they won't be in such a rectengular-based-gridly manner, they'll be in a more.. flowing,plowing... funnish and pun . Manner. Yes.
No need to be daft, we're all pens here.
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black PLEASE
USE ME!
Mr. Cooper Black
Postcard in this likeness, ten of them, were given to me today by two hair-rich and slightly less blood-filled than usual individuals through my window. They did proceed to throw blood-drop/vodafuck shaped gum candy at me, which I took well, because I like that kind of candy. Thus I threw some of my homemade chocolate butter at the ground before them.
Now, they did walk around not-said house, only for me to open the front door and greet them in an wild-horse manner, and of course this all happened wilst heavily conversing in an alien tongue, which, henceforth, is this language, that I'm writing; this entry, in.
BTU. [sic], but supposed to be BUT, that was not what this ghastly entry was for. It is to inform ye, my heavenly buddies, that these there postcards, with all their bloodly meanings and preaching of which I have no knowledge, and I have recreated for your leisure, comfort and glee, shall adorn my white white walls in a moment or two days.
I'm quite looking forward to it.
No, of course they won't be in such a rectengular-based-gridly manner, they'll be in a more.. flowing,plowing... funnish and pun . Manner. Yes.
No need to be daft, we're all pens here.