i think its called internet. i think it’s in my house. but already, after 4 bottles of light, and 5 minutes on this thing, already i know this isn’t such a good idea. idle internet conexion is teh devils playground.
sorry if i propose/proposition/curse out/profess love/think you’re cool within the next 48 hours. that’s just mee testing the waters.
please proceed with caution. else i think i might rip off the cables hanging from my AVOCADO walls. WTF. avocado. teh sister is so fuckin retarded. (must giver her props for bold (and ew) choice of color)
