I found the choo choo train but I wanted to give somebody else a chance. It does make it difficult to include lots of people if you aren't neighbors with them. I do think it is a great idea and hope that it will continue.
I leave you both to forever ponder this.... was it you, or was it you?.... muwahahah
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my ****. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
I leave you both to forever ponder this.... was it you, or was it you?.... muwahahah
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my ****. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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I'm mainly on during the day at work, cause you know, I hate work.
Hello New Neighbor
Got it, its by you Pow Wow Casino.
Nice Casino area by the way.
I leave you both to forever ponder this.... was it you, or was it you?.... muwahahah
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my ****. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Very well done my good Sir!.... Appreciated..
Here it is! By the Springfield Sign! Am I allowed to post a pic of your town? Intellectual property? Copyright?
of course, I just didnt post a pic of yours cause I was lazy
Here it is .....next to your cult village.
Hidden behind your arcade