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My charm.
Nothing in particular, just alt rock and some electronica. Whatever I'm listening to I can enjoy for the most part.
Peanut butter and the tears of a forlorn lover sandwich.
Toaster x an actual toaster.
sooooo.... Did we use the horn for anything?
Ma'am, stop kissing me, I love another. Though I appreciate the attention.
Punch because I'm on a roll. Can't stop the fist train. Toot toot.
I feel him deep down. Like, real deep. Intestines deep. I feel him more than any man ought to.
What, nothing for Apple Bloom X Chrysalis? This poll is biased.
Samantha. It was what I was going to b called if I were a girl anyway.
Well look who's back with a brand new style, a brand new look and a brand new smile. Apparently I've returned here without any knowledge of...
[IMG] I've been told I look like a young Ryan Haywood.
I'd offer you breakfast, but my toaster is broken. Oh wait
Punch. That's my purse, I don't know you.