Okay, like, WHY on earth does people have to cling onto you like you're a refrigerator and they're magnets? FYI, I'm made out of the same floating particles as you except for maybe the colour of particles, lul. I'm frustrated, I THINK I'M JUST CONSTIPATED. No, it's just you. HAHAHA. No.
Jesus, when I'm all tired, everyone decides to be affectionate with me. DO ME A FAVOUR AND FUCK OFF cause I'm sweaty and tired. END OF FRICKING STORY. I mean when I get away from your grasp, SIGN NUMBER ONE BUDDY.
Here's a piece of advice: IMPROVE YOUR INFERENCING SKILLS, YOU'LL NEED IT WHEN YOU GROW UP.

 


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