Riding It.
Nov. 18th, 2007 12:14 pmMore text-messaging joy, edited a tad for privacy.
Me: I am going to destroy you. Wipe every trace of you from the earth.
Me: I will devour your children, scatter your body to the four winds, and consign your soul to deepest oblivion.
Angus: Love you too.
Me: I am going to destroy you. Wipe every trace of you from the earth.
Me: I will devour your children, scatter your body to the four winds, and consign your soul to deepest oblivion.
Angus: Love you too.