Everyone is normal until you get to know them.
O rage! O désespoir!
We're supposed to be superheroes, but I think we just look drunk.
No fetus can beat us.
We're staring at your tits and we like what we see.
_
Saturday, June 04, 2005
lights, camera...
And here, at long last, is a photo of my drama class. I had a lot of fun with this group. Won't name names; you can guess which student is Z.
Everyone is normal until you get to know them.
O rage! O désespoir!
We're supposed to be superheroes, but I think we just look drunk.
No fetus can beat us.
We're staring at your tits and we like what we see.
_
Everyone is normal until you get to know them.
O rage! O désespoir!
We're supposed to be superheroes, but I think we just look drunk.
No fetus can beat us.
We're staring at your tits and we like what we see.
_
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