~aims his harquebus with a bloodthirsty smile~ so tempting.... so tempting... but... that wouldn't be right. ~lowers the harquebus and walks away, smiling~
I’ll be the only one who likes the things you do. I’ll be the ghost inside your head when we are through
A little poem for today. Roses are red Grass is greener When I think of you I play with my weiner. Happy hump day everyone :p
for a minute i thought you were referencing Breckinridge's from The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle by Arthur Conan Doyle