Dec 21, 2005 00:55
You broke my heart without a cause,
and clerks say two hundred is not enough.
Thine hands shall become surgeon's, to place upon
thouest's fair breasts and similar important stuff. ;)
Do not worry for much care shall be taken,
because sixty seven dollars shan't be forsaken.
My candlestick, lighting my way. My cheap laptop.
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*snap snap*
Btw, I like how you threw a ;) in there!
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