It again proves to the world we really know nothing, and yet we still try to play god by taking life orgiving life for no reason other than because ,we choose to act instead of feel for any other life form than us.
I would have given it a hug and a sweater... no... a bikini. :D
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed, In my aching head, I got my kisses slit. Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said, I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back. It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
Oh come on, stop pretending, that thing would scare you shitless too. When you have the time to examine the pictures its obiously some kind of creepy bald sloth, but if you bump into it in the forest you might just beat it to death too.
Nickk, I would scream maybe... I wouldn't beat the poor thing to death unless it attacked me. And seriously, it doesn't look vicious... especially since kids beat it with sticks...
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed, In my aching head, I got my kisses slit. Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said, I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back. It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
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is it edible？
yep that's true
GROSS!!!
If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich :)
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
http://izismile.com/img/img2/20090921/selection_246_15.jpg
I found it in the Picdump for today (Monday)... it's about, a third of the way down...
HAHAHAHAHAHA....
Peace...
いい男♪
When you have the time to examine the pictures its obiously some kind of creepy bald sloth, but if you bump into it in the forest you might just beat it to death too.
mjb lovely, you're blowing it out of proportion.
I would scream maybe... I wouldn't beat the poor thing to death unless it attacked me. And seriously, it doesn't look vicious... especially since kids beat it with sticks...
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.