As the wytching hour is almost upon us I must retire to my bunk and return to a vegetative state. Night all and may you sleep safe and sound.
As the wytching hour is almost upon us I must retire to my bunk and return to a vegetative state. Night all and may you sleep safe and sound.
This fate is worse than death. Condemned to live out existence in a vessel incapable of sustaining my true glory. How am I to function with such limitation? - Illyria
night brenda
I must likewise retire. Night!
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum
Night Biggles
Night Manker, Night Danb, Night Johnboy
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum
night brenda, Biggles ...take these, just incase
In case the bed bugs bite?Originally Posted by Mr. Mulder
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