When I'm ready to settle down and begin my murdering spree, I'm definitely heading to Orlando. My defense could be "lol idk my bff jill" and unless someone's got footage of me dancing in the moonlight, draped in blood, wearing my victims' faces I'm pretty confident I'd get off.
UGH I got flea bites all over my legs inspecting a series of intersections/traffic signals that were alongside a dump/waste transfer station. This was a week ago and they still itch so baddddddddd... lol... wahhhh...
Your kisses, sweeter than honey. But guess what, so is my money.
Actually, let's not. Typing like that makes me want to break my own fingers out of principle.
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside
them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.” -Neil Gaiman