I like strangers. And I don't mean that thing you do when you sit on your arm until it falls asleep... well you can google it. Here are some more adventures with the internets.
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Why won't anyone talk to unicorns? |
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At least I have chicken. |
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Yeah, beat that comeback. |
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In west Philidelphia, born and raised. Gross. |
Aw, I like unicorns and Christians. But non-funny American girls eating cheese steak in Philly with Leroy Jenkins? Forget about it!
ReplyDeleteThese conversations are pretty wild! I will have to try that site. I can be strange sometimes.