In my own words In my own words there are letters. And crayons. The letters are plotting against me, and so are the crayons. They plan to overthrow me and take my place as gorvernor of Hell. But they wont because i will chop their arms off and smash them to bits and then make a bonfire of them and they will burn to a firey oblivion and all the inhabitants of hell will warm their hands by it.
am i nuts? No. i'm insane..get it right! but dont worry.. i dont bite...hard..;)(sad thing is that i actually winked >.<)
My Mum Says... Robyn: I'm bored. My Mom: go clean your room. Robyn: that wont relieve me of my boredom. My Mom: do it anyway.
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