Oh my god, Blue. I love you.
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine.
Happy birthday, sweetness!
Dig all of the money out of your wallet, go out, and buy yourself the biggest, fluffiest stuffed animal you can find.
That is my gift to you.
Happy Birthday, Rusa.
You're now 1 year older and 1 year closer to your death.
"These people are the poisonous leeches on an age of potential so infinite it should be glorious. But
it stands no chance, it's marred by uselessness made flesh and minds that are little more than nubile lambs, bleeting obnoxiously."
-Sophistotle"Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so."
Originally Posted by Hank in Skype