11-06-2013, 07:19 AM
I was searching for a pig shaped pen for my niece and I just started wandering round, then I couldn't find the door again. I'm locked in a box wearing a gimp mask and they force me to write crap poems just to make everyone else look good. The critique is my only pleasure apart from the beatings.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out

