You're not my friends, maybe just correspondents here on Lit. You're the people whose posts I hate, even if I don't respond. You seldom make me laugh, you make yourself look like you're 'special', you make me grit my teeth, you make me think, you make me roll my eyes, and you sometimes make me a little nervous. You turn me off with your avs and flirting, and you turn me on with your name-calling and arguments. You are an endless, kaleidoscopic of rotten cock. You haven't really enriched my life as I travel and log in from disparate points around the country.
I hope you get AIDS in the new year. Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Nipps.
I hope you get AIDS in the new year. Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Nipps.