The Smiths are amazing out of context. In the same breath as pineapple cheese sticks, they are hopelessly part of parental dinner parties.
There was an episode of House where a guy nearly died of bacteria on cheese. It could be unpasturised. You could die. I could paint your rotting corpse. I'm strangely okay with this. Apart from the you being dead part. That might suck. Zombies aren't in fashion this year.
Your syllabus would appreciate a little compassion, and freedom. Gotta let it live on its own someday.
and oh my, frey. kinky. [...] I knew you were morbid, but I never knew you actually leant towards necrophilia. isn't that more like Snow White's prince's dealio, anyway? and unless you've been keeping various extremely important facts about yourself hidden, I doubt you're a prince.
I think you mean an eight on its side. If you're assuming a finality of this world war which is essentially irony in action.
[...] Uncalled for, Hastings! Note the complete lack of sexual innuendo in painting a rotting corpse - and also, my interest is entirely contained within cruel and unusual deaths. You're an irrelevance to the dead-part. Sorry. Anyone who dies in a disfiguring fashion is popular with me.
Not a prince. A fairy. We're better. Been over this.
The Smiths are amazing out of context. In the same breath as pineapple cheese sticks, they are hopelessly part of parental dinner parties.
There was an episode of House where a guy nearly died of bacteria on cheese. It could be unpasturised. You could die. I could paint your rotting corpse. I'm strangely okay with this. Apart from the you being dead part. That might suck. Zombies aren't in fashion this year.
Your syllabus would appreciate a little compassion, and freedom. Gotta let it live on its own someday.
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world war Z.
and oh my, frey. kinky. [...] I knew you were morbid, but I never knew you actually leant towards necrophilia. isn't that more like Snow White's prince's dealio, anyway? and unless you've been keeping various extremely important facts about yourself hidden, I doubt you're a prince.
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I think you mean an eight on its side. If you're assuming a finality of this world war which is essentially irony in action.
[...] Uncalled for, Hastings! Note the complete lack of sexual innuendo in painting a rotting corpse - and also, my interest is entirely contained within cruel and unusual deaths. You're an irrelevance to the dead-part. Sorry. Anyone who dies in a disfiguring fashion is popular with me.
Not a prince. A fairy. We're better. Been over this.
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put 'em together and what have you got? bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.
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No gratuitous wish-giving here, thanks. People should fix their own problems.
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but what if I could really really kill for some tacos right now.
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Here's a tip. Free exchange of cash for goods acquires anything you want.
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oh well. it was worth a shot.
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this was being graded and you never warned me? bad form, frey. pop quizzes oughtn't surface in real life.
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You get an F in life. Sorry!
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oh snap. what ever will I do.
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the other kind of pass, con.
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