***is all wet*** Oh well!! ***grabs a vanilla milkshake and throws it at Irish and Kammie, becasue shadow ran away*** Shoot!! ***also Ranger got wet.*** mwahahaha
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott