The Fury
is licking himself.
Hey, I'm back.
*checks stash*
Hey, where's my M4 and who got chocolate all over my Barret .50?
*checks stash*
Hey, where's my M4 and who got chocolate all over my Barret .50?
And don't worry, I'll be leaving QUITE soon anyway.
Ha.
I'm not even going to fall for that one Fury.
I can tell you have an evil trap waiting to be sprung around my thoughts of Irishry.
And, today is the last day of staying at my fathers, which means after this, next to no internet access, save for msn which I can access via my phone, and maybe the odd dsi internet quick-flik.
You slut Fury!!!
INTJs couldn't quite do it for you, eh?