we're random as hell and we dont tolerate pouty lips + excessive photo-whoring on friendster. think we were <-this-> close to gagging thanks to an eyeful of self-portrait-shots, courtesy of friendster (which should really just be called 'acquaintancer').
i miss those ugly black boots, your hilarious stories that often revolve arnd female aggression and winning pick up lines we never knew could exist. what is wrong with the world today ?
mar de sade gnarled at 10:48 PM
10:48 PM