"Bloody hell, i fucking love it that you're mine." -Jinn
Oscar's so long gone, i feel like i only have a vague recollection of how he looks. The guessing box is open. Dead or alive, it could be either way. If someone's keeping him, i hope they'll love him for the slippers he ravages, the bloody retard he is, and the metal grills and gates his piss corrodes.
Two months and moon cycles on, you're my solace.
For the record, i win the corny warfare. Hands down. Even if you'd never voluntarily conceed.
Whoosah.
Jinny
Monday, July 02, 2007
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