Finished Tempted
All I have to say is....WHAT THE HELL!?!??!?!?!??!?!?
Aw that poor guy with the ice cream...I feel bad for him.
Elevator tackle was hilarious.
Granted dear Tiff, you have a neverending zippo flame [insert evil laugh here]....but every time you light it, an adorable puppy dies. And if you DON'T light it within a certain period of time, it will explode with the power of a small nuclear blast. So, either you're a puppy killer, or you're a murderer. Take your pick.
I wish that I wasn't such an idiot.
Granted, you don't freeze, you've chosen to go swimming in lava....sorry about the whole 'melting your entire body' thing....
I wish I lived where I want to live.
Granted, everyone likes you. But you become frustrated with the amount of affection you receive and decide to blow up half of your friends....and are now in jail...don't worry though, your inmates REALLY like you!
I wish I knew what to say.
No one could possibly hate me more than I loathe myself at the moment.
A....paperwork? Booo!!
Let's go back to bed!
Lola's breasts are actually genetically enhanced to plug into an iPod or music-player. Hooray for portable speakers.
They do, but they also enjoy your company far more than is socially acceptable. Ew...
I wish my laptop would stop being a whore-y failbag.
Lola despises Lush! For shame!
Penises...
okay, lack thereof...with a male attached..
you get what I mean..