Well aren't you Captain Fancy Pants with your pretty ribbons and your Snuffleupagus haircut. You think you're better than me, don't ya? You son of a bitch - I kill you! Make you all into neat little alpacka sandwiches. I eat pretty boys like you for breakfast. You creepy thing.
21.12.06
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