sobs* Friend: Bad breakup Me: No. *wipes tears* My Instagram isn't working.
Euripides, Eumenides
He had an Underground Rail Road too, called the Trail of Tears.
It ova slept.
Because they'll work for p naughts.
They wanted to be Soba... I heard that a few days ago and wanted to share it.
He was a little shellfish
Oh, you don't know I won't ask you to wipe my bum then.
Pages from *Reader's Digest*
They don't believe in the concept of a selfie.
In instagrams
A sunset!
I told them I wasn't going to give birth to them.
