Author Topic: Well, Easter was a miserable flaming ball of stuff and despair.  (Read 3259 times)


Unless you wanna be meetin' my little friend.
I don't think anyone wants to meet your snake.   :cookieMonster:

I don't think anyone wants to meet your snake.
Speak for yourself.

I don't think anyone wants to meet your snake.   :cookieMonster:
I don't have one.

I meant a carrot covered in spikes. :cookieMonster:


eating reeses cups until you gain 300 pounds is my dream, you lucky bitch

eating reeses cups until you gain 300 pounds is my dream, you lucky bitch
Huehuehuehue. :cookieMonster:

eating reeses cups until you gain 300 pounds is my dream, you lucky bitch
I can't eat more than about six at a time, they begin to make me sick.
But Skittles, that's an entirely different story.
I could eat those little mondays all day erry day.

This topic makes me feel bad about myself.

Let's turn it all into reese's cups. :cookieMonster:



I have some right now.

i swear

I climax in my mouth when i see reeses, let alone eat one.
i
hate
you
i wish i could be you

I laughed at how you spelled "despair".


I laughed at how you spelled "despair".
God dammit.

That was the only thing that came up on spell check. :C



-snip-

I'm going to try that.

Someday.
« Last Edit: April 25, 2011, 11:37:41 PM by LizzyRascal »

do you see that
Jacob spelled your nam Lissy

;o;

At least YOU get candy on Easter. >:C
Anyways, I hope the pain lessens soon.

At least YOU get candy on Easter. >:C
You're jelly because I have stuffloads of reese's. :cookieMonster: