Just like uranium, I too am undergoing radioactive decay. I like sweets.
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Hey, it’s Sunday night and you know what that means — people be crying
Why don’t you try being the wind beneath my wings for a change, you selfish prick
You watch sports? That’s nice. I watch my neighbor dig holes in his backyard at night
Honestly, at this point I don’t think there’s anything I could do other than produce this woman that would convince her that Kate is not dead. It’s wild
I think I’ve been on this site too long my brain is melting out of my ears
Would you hold it against me if I sacrificed you under the pale moonlight
I have an aunt who is obsessed with the British royal family and she texts me regularly to ask if I know where Kate Middleton is and being someone who couldn’t care less I never do so if you kids have any info please let me know thanks
I wonder if I’ll ever care enough about my posts again to send them without typos
I feel as though the waffle dimples would too easily fill up with water