Oh, you poor boy!
Don't you have my mobile number? You could have texted me.

I might have cared.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Mon 19 Sep 2011, 19:57, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

It was proper "Nobody will ever love me beyond plotonicly and [family one]" down-in-the-dumpisim
I woke up the next morning on the couch with half a defrosted uncelebratory banoffee pie, which is the worst kind of defrosted banoffee pie. It's alright though, I went back to not caring about that, which is much better.

You should give me your number so I can text you pictures of verious dogs I see in the street.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 19 Sep 2011, 20:05, Reply)

*there there*
As long as 'various dogs' isn't a euphemism for your genitals, then gaz me.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Mon 19 Sep 2011, 20:06, Reply)

Nah', nobody gets to see them without prior written concent no less than 7 days in advance.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 19 Sep 2011, 20:18, Reply)