07-14-2017, 01:21 PM
My one friend is a chef, and she broke her favorite skillet. She asked me to write a silly little eulogy for it, but I'm not good at dead-pan humor.
If you play unmodded minecraft on a server in paris, does that make it french vanilla?
People warn me that if I word play with myself too much, I'll go mute.
I blush when people talk about rainbows, because i'm not used to hearing such colorful language.
I asked my horse trainer friends if they wanted to go for a ride in the rain, but they all voted neigh.
They say there are ants in every continent except Antarctica, but I'm pretty sure there's at least one.
If you play unmodded minecraft on a server in paris, does that make it french vanilla?
People warn me that if I word play with myself too much, I'll go mute.
I blush when people talk about rainbows, because i'm not used to hearing such colorful language.
I asked my horse trainer friends if they wanted to go for a ride in the rain, but they all voted neigh.
They say there are ants in every continent except Antarctica, but I'm pretty sure there's at least one.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued