fibbing fibber=me.
Erlack.My aunt just called (you know the witch doctor one) and asked me about the nutrient thinghy, and whether I was feeding them to my father. Hello, does my dad look like a potential plate of foie gras?? Making him explode with the bountiful and showers of nutrients!
So yeah, I fibbed. A lot alot and a lot. But I guess that I'm not the only one. My dad fibbed to her too. Hah.
So yeah, off to sim city.
someone get me sims 3 please! As a sign that you love me :)
posted by parquish @ 10:20 AM
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