I'm forever alone and I cried.
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That's nonsense, narwhal.
"And then... suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! " I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then...
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"
Don't shit me- you liked it.
Keeping up tradition for the sake of keeping up tradition is as stupid as you are.
I immediately just had a mental image of The Joker on a tricycle.
I slap my bug bites, kind of like I slap my wife, except not as hard. I look like I belong in a straitjacket, but at least it works.
My world history teacher was visiting some place in Asia and wanted to go to the museum nearby, but it was closed. When she asked why, the lady said that they just had a civil war, and the government executed thousands of its own citizens. Now their leaders are trying to write their history so it doesn't portray them badly. After all, history is written by the victors.
Bond. James Bond.
NO, YOU ARE NOT RIGHT.
AND PLEASE DON'T SHOUT AT ME.
I think that's less of a talent and more of a fucking superpower.
I just spewed coffee all over my keyboard.
ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU SPEAK IT?
Thought this said humans, was like, "FUCK! I KNOW, RIGHT?"
Then... not so much.
Well, I make someone else carry my books, but I guess that still says a lot about me.