It was the feeling of 1854 words written by a NaNoWriMo participant that had nothing to do with his novel.
It was a feeling of great pain and suffering.
Imagine a thousand weasels going a moment without being distracted by something bright and/or shiny, and I think you’ll know what I’m talking about.
Note: If you do discover what I’m talking about, please share – I haven’t the foggiest.
Damn your picture at the right side of the page..
You really look like a dickhead. Wanna look like Osama?
You are probably the type of guy who only yerks of and hasn’t got a girlfriend.
Pathetic!
And don’t try a thoughguys respond on this…
It won’t make you a cool guy…
Some people are just born losers.
Damn your picture at the right side of the page..
You really look like a dickhead. Wanna look like Osama?
You are probably the type of guy who only yerks of and hasn’t got a girlfriend.
Pathetic!
And don’t try a thoughguys respond on this…
It won’t make you a cool guy…
Some people are just born losers.
^^ Your momma.
^^ Your momma.