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) Oled väsinud läbi 2-3 hiireklõpsu samale lehele jõudmisest? Tasulised liikmed saavad selle oma Kontekstimenüüle lisada. (pauloaguia) (näita kõiki vihjeid)