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I'm keeping Beads company down here, but its cold and dark and very smelly!
I think I'm going to cry........
I think I'm going to cry........
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.lol hav you fell off your perch yet beads missy you are very naughty having slap and tickle in ther
hi crue been no where near shpos today
ill send you the difference on wat you overspent
sorry
you asda price plenty bargains then lol
mamma legend and sir knobs are tickling missy and beads as well in ther i thought leg had just gone to iceland
lol xxx
hi crue been no where near shpos today
ill send you the difference on wat you overspent
sorry
you asda price plenty bargains then lol
mamma legend and sir knobs are tickling missy and beads as well in ther i thought leg had just gone to iceland
lol xxx
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Awwww, can I come in and have a cuddle please... My alter ego has been in the pits since Christmas Day..... I don't mind smelly blankets, I just hate the cold darkness.... boo hoo....
J was last seen wandering around the edge of the dungeon, trying to follow the path of the little concrete channel that leads from the latrine to the overflow pipe Look, a girl has to cope with whatever life throws at her, ok ?
J was last seen wandering around the edge of the dungeon, trying to follow the path of the little concrete channel that leads from the latrine to the overflow pipe Look, a girl has to cope with whatever life throws at her, ok ?
Cor blimey, you lot huddled down there, you should count your bleedin blessings that that's where you is. AB aint 'alf takin a blitzing tonight. This is your friendly Air Warden Stewey speaking. We got numerous calls of cave-ins, drop-outs, missing links, posters running amok, servers not responding, and general maniacal mayhem I'll be telling you. So keep the home fires burning, put on yer tin-hats, have a rousing chorus of 'Knees Up Mother Brown', and us lads'll soon be down to dig yers out......pip pip.