Born inside out. Hair grew in, not out. Entwined with brain. Lost all grasp of reality due to follicle contamination of hippocampus. Now I sit around inventing inane nicknames and casting stones on to a grid indiscriminately. Good times. Good times.
(peida) Sa võid oma sõnumites kasutada lihtsamat HTML-i või kui oled tasuline liige, kasutada ka Rich Text Editor´i. (pauloaguia) (näita kõiki vihjeid)