where is my rifle....
I have boyfriends.
I have them everywhere.
I have them hissing
and cat calling
''beautiful!!''
''gorgeous!!!!''
something about me is appparently a little more approachable these days.
Aren't.
I.
Lucky?
If they only knew that I would kill them if I could.
posted by landry at 2:48 PM
2 Comments:
Hey,
Next round on me for the person that can do this to my template.
Here is your rifle, fire at will.
I think it's the weather.
Anything above 80 degrees and men who are normally just dim-witted turn into 13-year-old boys in heat (while staying dim-witted as well). Pathetic.
...and hey P, good to see you here. Hope you're well. x
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