My name is Colleen Allison. To all of my friends, I just want you to know that I suffer from a rare psychological disorder that compels me to blow my nose on the shirts of my loved ones when they arent facing me. I am told this is caused by letting scrambled eggs stick to the frying pan, and by attempting to childishly slander and discredit my boyfriend by posting fake status updates under his Facebook account. WebMD tells me that the only cure for my affliction is to admit that I am inferior to Sammy Sizemore. He is an absolute genius at Clue and I am a sore loser. He smells like an attic full of babies and maple syrup, except manlier. Plus he smrt at uhver tings 2 dur duh doy dur me a dummy
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 06:15:19 +0000
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