Pandorian
Deciding Fate
Your cookies tasted like rubber. Did you knead the dough with your car's tyre or something? At least mine didn't need a warning label.Entarriance said:Why does the link lead to another mystical land for me
How dare you, Helen, my lunches are actually edible compared to anything you could ever make. Remember the bakesale? It's called a bakesale, not a buy-at-market-basketsale.
I need sleeep.