You need a fucking restraining order. You need to stay at least ten miles away from anything with reproductive organs, and any medical facilities which may remove the need for reproductive organs.
Basically, the day you get anywhere near enough to someone to have their babies, is the day I will throw myself off a roof.
ONE OF YOU IS ENOUGH.
Good lord you make me sick.
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- Jen
- Southampton, United Kingdom
- I am a professional nerd and a non-professional writer, and hope one day to be the reverse. I am engaged to the most handsome and amazing man on the planet. I like things and stuff!
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- Belated birthday times
- The morning after.
- Curry issues.
- Good times at the Amelia establishment
- Mullets...
- Natasha Bedingfield
- Once in a lifetime
- Royal break-up, OH NOES.
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- The times when you hope your laptop will explode.
- Bits of dialogue floating in my brain...
- Putain.
- Dear Marks & Spencers...
- Good times.
- The Internet's Prayer
- Erotica, brutality... yeah no.
- Office bitch.
- Again...
- The novelty should wear off soon.
- WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?
- The morning after.
- ARGH.
- Not quite the Theory of Relativity, is it.
- Tomatoes.
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