Fangirl8392

The chair is from hell! It has taken lives. Fur! Lots of Fur! It has sent us to steal it. Where is the party to execute such a thing?! Yet here it stands reflecting the faces of the young, entrancing them in it's pleasant temperature. Oh nuts! It has converted the lamp. They have stolen the paper to weaken our defenses and made a young girl kill her son. What a shame! The steamer weakens the mature. Level the poor and exotic in nature! The emus desert the cruel choirs. Stop the encore the big ladies hate the mourners! The little entrance only fits oranges. Don't touch me I'll pinch your limbs. the pretty mat's mats are very fert