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I love this song. I sing it all the time! Especially, when I'm scared which is, like, never.

( Listen to the derpy ponies. I dare ya~ )

( ...those Polish traditions~ )

[March 06, 12:39pm]

Tori! dont wnt to be bother!
m never a boher rght?!
Um..I...Lke...Um..FrEAk out...Like...I knda...Ummm...

TABLE WONT LET GO OF MY HAND

( Hide yo' kids. Hide yo' wife. And hide yo' husband too! )

I got mail from my dad today! But, all it had was this...
 ( Be ready for a lot of numbers and angry Polish. )

( The party don't start 'till I walk in. )

[A suspicious, and horrifically, wrapped pink package is placed outside Sindre’s door that contains this lovely camera.]

Apparently…

If you ‘trash’ a dorm it’s kind of ‘frowned upon’ by the, like, whoever they are, the people that, like, think they own it or whatever. First, off I don’t ‘trash’ anything. Second, the place ‘trashed’ itself cause it’s totally not my fault that the dishes don’t get clean because I’m PUTTING them in the dishwasher and, like, NOTHING ( Read more... )