All who enter must adore us both.
After all, I wasn't to have a boy who didn't adore us both, why should Kiddle?
All who enter must eat our cooking or feed US.
All who enter must put down the toilet seat, after.
All who enter must be liked by both of us.
This rule is a holdover from the days when Miano was the bringer of guests.
Fortunately, Kiddle and I are of one mind in most matters... especially matters of 'guestyness'.
In fact, truth be told, those are mostly HER rules.




Thanks for the
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relaxen and watch das blinkenlights!
Interesting
And
N...
Oh!
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Towards the edge of the crowd, I gravitate.
I am the peas- on the edge of your plate.
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Towards the edge of the crowd, I gravitate.
I am the peas- on the edge of your plate.
*Bites your arm* You have been bitten by a zombie, and you die soon after. Your body rises back up, eager for human flesh and to spread the zombie plague. Copy and paste this in other comments to change more people into zombies, until the last of myspace civilization is zombified. . .
Rules
-You can't bite back the person who bit you.
-You can't bite another zombie.
-And if you could put +zombie+ in your sig so people know.
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Towards the edge of the crowd, I gravitate.
I am the peas- on the edge of your plate.
"
Mum always had this little tradition of waking me up with something yummy and an odd little gift, and this years was phenomenal~
She made chocolate mousse/pudding, and it was a delicious, incredible, edible.
And the gift was a Sunny Daze My Little Pony Doll!
Yeah, weird for me, but I love Sunny Daze. ^///^
"
~el
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Towards the edge of the crowd, I gravitate.
I am the peas- on the edge of your plate.
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Towards the edge of the crowd, I gravitate.
I am the peas- on the edge of your plate.
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