being nice and cute to Anonymous comments of sexual intent and sugar sweet flattery is like turning around in a movie theater and giving a hug to the stranger behind you who’s been whispering about all the ways he’s going to fuck you while trying not to let his dangling belt buckle make too much noise.
OMG! let me have one of them!!! haha
haha! i would give you the tracker we’re selling, but it’s a total death trap! my dad’s keeping the beetle he took from me after the tracker broke down, so now the logical thing to do is to get another car for me, isn’t it?