In that vein: sorry I missed yr party, Anna, I was at work, wasn't aware it was yr brithday and, oddly, though you hated me. It's that time of the day, people...
Also, does anyone else explain, for twenty minutes, the entireity of Smallville's slash pairings to people who's names they can't remember but they once went on a school trip to Auschwitz with years ago at the merest mention of the show? Complete with hand diagrams that slip in beer?
I never though I'd be saved by men trying to break my nose with their cocks... |