#lestenna

(single tear but twice and three more times)

I'm really sorry for doing that, I have a really bad forgetful nature, so when I think I did something I really haven't at all!;; Thank you for notifying me, that was very sweet and helpful (if not for everyone else, but me as well)! 

My SV is 2245.

Josh's is 3368.

dig this lair

shit I love ridgebacks lemme just give a solid to this guy right here

said I brought a pizza and im in like Flynn or more accurately Flynn with a pizza check it

anyway hes a scholar and a fucking gentleman as you can tell by the whole knightly getup with like the armor and whatnot strapped on and the general demeanor of earnestness and being iron and gold colored and the fact hes got his own little peasant following him around attending to shit

whats this guy up to

looks sullen

you can tell hes planning something

so my bro there tried to introduce himself and i think I broke something saying it back cause those are not sounds that are real sounds I dont care how many goddamn fermented seaberries you get your claws on a vrallazth is not a thing you call a guy

hes ben now

just ben

this is bens girl Thththththththththththth

at least I hope she is theres something about her I dig maybe its those kinda beady wildclaw eyes that look a little pissed all the time and those fuckoff huge evisceration claws on her feet

plus shes got that tiger thing going on all the time thats three or four species of mean stuck into one lady dragon

basically shes obviously a stone cold badass in a satin shirt and I think shed like my guy ben

and then i met this guy

  i may or may not have pillowed my cheek on his soft and accommodating bosom for like five minutes and those five minutes were an eternity

they were an ocean

they were like the dimly remembered shelldreams of a tiny baby hatchling upon whom the travails of this naughty fucking world have not yet been visited

I cried a little

im not too proud to admit that

I saw them in Chicago last summer and was in tears over ‘the flounder that’s rounder than a giant quarter pounder’. Also, where all the burritos go. How do they know. How do they know me so well.