down goes another

Le sister: Aww... Not got any fur left have we?

 

where did the fur go?

 

45 pages to go

No idea...

*steals an idea*

another one bites the dust

 

Bubbles

 

Back to IT

How do you think I'm going to get along,

According to DM and fb you were born in two different years >.>

without you, when you're gone

You took me for everything that I had,

and kicked me out on my own

Are you happy, are you satisfied

How long can you stand the heat

and another one and another and another bites the dust

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat

According to DM and fb you were born in two different years >.>

 

I think I put my age up a year to get into facebook, I must be so hardcore

 

dropping like flies

 

*a wild lac operon appears*