A little over half an hour ago, I buried my doggy.
Not one of the silly doggies. Mable passed away a few months ago, and Sherlock is still pottering around the kitchen. No, this was MY doggy. This was Ali, my German Shepherd, my Alsation, the best dog in the whole world, and the undisputed love of my life.
Almost fourteen years ago, we needed a dog. I was living at home and working on the farm, and it was decided that we were getting a new dog, a few years after our last one had died. My mum, being my mum, looked upon this decision as a starting point. From here, the breed would be chosen, we'd start asking around, and then, in a few months time, we'd actually get the dog.
My dad, being my dad, looked upon this decision as a go-ahead to get a dog the very next day.
And so, while my mum was at work, we drove to a house down the road who'd just had a brand new batch of puppies. It was my little sister who picked which one we'd take home — she picked the quietest out of all the yapping pups — and we took the pup home, and I was in love.
It was obvious to everyone that she was going to be mine. We kept her in a shed for the first week or two, because she was filthy and she smelled terrible. But every evening after work I was in that shed, sitting on the ground with her. I couldn't stand to hear her whine. I couldn't stand the thought of her being lonely. I convinced my parents that she should be an indoor dog, and after she'd been washed and didn't smell quite so bad, my folks gave in.
Oh, and her name? I remember this discussion VERY clearly. We were all in the living room one evening. I wanted to call her something awesomely cool. I'm pretty sure I wanted her named either Buffy or Xena. Nobody else agreed with me. But, I argued, I'm the one who's going to be looking after her and feeding her and spending the most time with her. Surely I should be the one to name her?
Apparently not. I'm pretty sure it was Audrey who suggested the name. Remember, this was fourteen years ago, and the TV show Ally McBeal was at the height of its popularity.
"Ally!" Audrey said. "Because she's an Alsation! And also Ally McBeal!"
I was outvoted, but I vowed that day that my doggy's name should forever be spelled... Ali.
(Take THAT, Ally McBeal.)
Ali became a part of the family. Granted, it was the part of the family that slept in the kitchen and to whom my older sister Nadine never REALLY warmed. Every so often she'd look at Ali lying there, and she'd soften, and go over and pet the dog and say nice things. And then the moment Ali nudged against her Nadine would freak out and the dog would wonder what the hell was going on.
But we all loved her. When she was a pup, she used to run at whoever was sitting in the armchair in the kitchen, leap up and stand on their chest/shoulder/head and look around, like she was proudly surveying her territory. A year or two passed, and it never occurred to her that maybe she was too big to keep doing that, so she kept doing it. Many a time my dad would be sitting in the armchair reading the paper, and I'd see Ali readying herself like a sprinter on the block. Suddenly she'd leap, bursting through the newspaper, and dad would cry out in alarm and there'd be a mad scramble of legs and then sudden stillness, and she stood on my father's chest, one paw in his face, looking around at her kingdom. And the only thing we'd hear from dad would be a "Bloody mutt..."
Then, of course, she got too big and too powerful even to do THAT. The amount of times she'd leap onto dad and find herself hurtling over the back of the chair...
Ali had many talents. She was a bit of an actress, appearing in my very first movie, Dead Bodies. She can be seen at the start, jumping up and down at a patio door. I was on the other side of that door, though you can't see me, leaping about like a nutter in order to get her excited. That was her first and only film role. I think she realised she had a choice to make — LA, or Ireland. She chose Ireland.
I wrote the first Skulduggery book with her in my room. Every single evening I'd sit at my computer, writing away, and I'd hear the pat pat pat of her approach, and she'd nudge the door open with her nose, walk in, jump up on my bed, and curl up and watch me. That's how we spent our evenings. She wasn't happy without me and I wasn't happy without her.
After the book got picked up, I went to New York for a week to meet with my American publishers. After a few days I started to miss Ali DREADFULLY. I called home and my mum told me that Ali was spending her nights in my room, waiting for me to come home. When I finally did come home, she got all excited and started bouncing and whirling in circles, and then we went to my room, and she got up on the bed and I leaned in, and she licked my face for fifteen minutes. It was disgusting — by the end of it, my face had a thick layer of saliva coating it — but I didn't want to move. Fifteen minutes. I counted.
I used to take her for long walks around the fields a couple of times a day. Whenever I'd get stuck writing, off we went. I'd sort out problems with the plot as I walked, and Ali would chase birds and rabbits and splash in puddles and come back to me every now and then for a cuddle, then bound off again. Those memories are some of my favourites from when I was living at home. I was happy, I had a future, my family was proud of me, and I had my dog.
In 2008 or thereabouts, I moved out. I bought a house seven minutes away, so every evening I could go back to visit the folks and walk the dog. For a long time after I moved out, Ali would wait outside my old bedroom for me to return. I hate thinking of times like those, times when she was disappointed or she missed me and I wasn't there. She got used to the new arrangement, of course. Now she started looking forward to 5:30, when I'd walk in. Around that time every single day, she'd be waiting at the kitchen door. She'd get so excited to see me, and after we'd played around and she settled down, she went back to the door to wait for my mum to come home. Her ears would perk up and I'd know she heard an engine, and I'd open the front door just as my mum got out of the car and Ali would race out, excited all over again.
About four years ago Ali got cancer. She developed a large tumour on her belly. I was distraught. She had an operation to get rid of it, but the vet told us the cancer was going to come back. He gave her two years, maybe. Two more years with my dog.
These last few years, Ali got old. She got stiff. The long walks became shorter and shorter. She couldn't handle it anymore. And suddenly there were babies in the house, wobbling about. Ali didn't know quite what to make of them. She learned pretty early on to try and stay away if she possibly could. She was great with the kids. She's never been anything other than gentle and loving and lovely.
Yesterday I took her on a short walk, just out to the shed. We reached the shed and she lay down. This wasn't normal. I went over and petted her and she seemed fine. She got up and followed me to the postbox, and lay down again. Then she followed me back inside the house, and went to her mat and lay down.
"Is everything okay?" my mum asked.
"No," I said.
She had perked up this morning, according to the text my mum sent, but by this afternoon she was lying down again. We took her to the vet. She lay in the back of my jeep and he came out, but he didn't even have to examine her to see that the cancer was back. He injected her there and then and I cried. I haven't cried like that in... I don't ever remember crying like that. I'm crying right now. I love my dog and I miss her, and the reason I'm writing this is because she deserves to be remembered.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
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I dedicate this page to...
Memories and dreams
The subconscious symphony
The echoes of you
I think I'll keep it simple...
#ChaseForBook9
I'm here.
I'm not Aretha, but I'm here.
Sleep well, Adra.
#ChaseForBook9
And Deathy, I don't think you ate someone. That doesn't sound like your style.
#ChaseForBook9
I'm sorry for your loss.
NEW MC CHAPTER
(( hi ))
I really, really need to write for MC again. Or TSE. Or INOOT (I don't expect you to know what that is) or SOMETHING.
...
Hi Snow!
#ChaseForBook9
TSE!!
*isnt ehre*
i'm not gonna bother about brackets for now, seeing as no one else is, but i may just drop into some RP because i have the best idea.
I may vanish to sleep possibly
and i may vanish to a sleepover. ((HELP!!!!! they're gonna make me use make-up... they said if i dont, they'll tie me to a chair and do it themselves... SOS))
Mm. That's the closest one to completion... Of the section, that is.
That's fine, Snow.
Alright, Zafira.
Alright, Snow.
#ChaseForBook9
Okay Zaffy needs sleep
Aretha I swear if you dont come on tomorfow I promise Niccolò will be in pink ribbons! And s will you!!! *evil laugh and falls asleep*
And 'all better read my MC chapter! *really is asleep*
night zaf
Have fun, Snow!
((It's not that bad unless it involves false eyelashes. Which it won't unless it's stage makeup, then it might.
((...I'm probably not helping, am I?
#ChaseForBook9
Well.
This didn't turn out well.
Night, Zaf.
#ChaseForBook9
(( not at all fab. they. are. gonna. tie. me. up.))
youtube is being difficult. :(
It didn't really, did it?
((You could agree to let them give you a small amount of make-up if one or more of them dances around like a headless chicken. You could have fun with that. And if you agreed, I doubt they'd tie you up.
#ChaseForBook9
(( good idea... i might try it))
((Let them do your makeup and you do theirs :3))
I AM A TIME LORD, I HAVE TWO HEARTS!!!!
I <3 <3 Time Lords. (get it?)
(( *laughs at adra* i'll make 'em look like clowns.))
*hums "Counting Stars"* i am obsessed.
((Nice one, Adra.
#ChaseForBook9
PURPLE CARROT RAIN!! *magically rains purple carrots*
...okay.
#ChaseForBook9
:DDDDDDDD
i was bored
[Shrugs]
I take this metaphor too seriously sometimes...
#ChaseForBook9
GAH! im like full on crying after reading that! Sounds like a amazing dog.
GAH! im Dying just reading that!Im seriously bursing with tears. It was such a nice thing to say D: I bet she was amazing...GAH so sad :(
*sits down*
*grins evilly* i have plans for the RP, and they include one of the SP bad guys... you'll just love the one i chose.
I have evil plans as well...
They don't involve a villain, though. It's more of another character who can come around, against a really powerful villain, when Fabienne is out of the picture. [Laughs softly] I'll find a way to work it in eventually
#ChaseForBook9
ditto.
and now i have to go *huggles fab and anyone else lurking in the shadows* bye.
Au revoir, Mademoiselle Stormberg.
#ChaseForBook9
I am really sorry, Golden God. I am crying for you.
*hugs Death*
I have to go soon, so I'm not really here, but . . . yeah. :/
Or maybe I don't have to go soon. But I'm trying to expect I do, so then my expectations will only be exceeded or met, not disappointed. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*Hugs back*
How are you?
I'm okay. :)
The internet is being really sucky, so msd.
How are you? :)
#ChaseForBookNine
I've been better... I guess...
. . .
Dammit.
I got fed up of the internet not working, so I poofed. Sorry . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
Nah, I'm distant anyway...
Oh I'm so so sorry! I lost my dog earlier this year to bladder cancer it was awful he was about to turn 9 when he died. About a year after he was diagnosed he managed to stick out then one night he got sick and not himself so the next morning I gave him a hug before I left for school and I guess I knew that was the last time I'd see him. My granddad came into my school at break time to tell me what had happened and my mother was in the car with him at the top of the school car park with my dead dog she told me that she had taken him to the vet that morning and the vet had put him down I was angry because I had wanted to be there with him until the end. I spent about 5 more periods in school then went home I didn't tell my friends what had happened until an hour and a half later I just felt like I was dying but my friends were great they hugged me and some even started crying like my friend Kirstie who had lost her dog Chief when he was 8 too and to cancer as well. I spent the whole weekend not eating and crying. The other bad thing was that my dad, who is a bad person, was home from Iraq and he was taking me that weekend I would have rather stayed at a friends house because I think being with my mum in our empty house would have been to hard. It was the worst thing that happened to me in my first year of grammar school but now I'm in my second year I'm turning thirteen at christmas and I have a puppy called Angus.
So I hope you don't starve yourself like I did but you'll be fine soon I promise. You'll have a big hole in your heart and I don't think that can ever heal (mine hasn't) but you friends and family are there for you and so are your books. That's partly the reason I got into writing because I needed something to do and I hope to publish a book someday and be as awesome as you are!
R.I.P
Ali- your German shepherd
Jock- my Scottish terrier
And Chief- my friends boxer
From Natasha :)
*Sings quietly, walking through the forest*
Baby, don't cry, I know
You're trying your hardest
And the hardest part is letting go
Of the nights we shared
Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting
But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright
And when we look to the sky, its not mine, but i want it so...
*Looks up to the starry sky and sighs heavily*
Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
I'll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best...
*Frowns and lays back on the grass, mostly hidden by trees*
You're all that I hoped I'd find
In every single way
And everything I could give
Is everything you couldn't take
Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away
And the hardest part of living
Is just taking breaths to stay...
*Takes a deep, shuddering breath*
Because I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
But I need it...
*Tears start to pool in her eyes*
So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
I'll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best
Ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh...
*Starts crying openly*
And this will be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep
Because I dream of his lips on your cheek
And I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that made me fly
So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
I'll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
But without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best...
'Lo people!
*hugs Death*
((Morning all!))
Hey Adra!
((Hi Kessie! How are ye?))
I'm good. Reading a very special graphic novel edition of the Odyssey in which they all fly around in spaceships. >.<
You?
((Eh, kind of waiting for more people to come on so we can pick up where we left off yesterday. I have an event later and if they all come on at, say, three in the afternoon I wouldn't want to be hurried or not have enough time, you know?
the Odyssey, though. Man, the nostalgia.))
Hello?
Ah.
Hello, Hiccup! I'm Toothless.
((Yo, Ed!))
((NO YOU DIDN'T, KESSIE))
Hello Kestrel. Toothless
Hello Adra.
((WHAT? I have a friend who is Hiccup and I am Toothless.))
((well then))
((Exactly. Do you happen to read/have read Fullmetal Alchemist?))
((Hmm....))
*wakes up, yawning, feeling more tired than before* *just sort of lays there*
ParAdra: *walks up to Kessie* *offers her bacon*
((*sobs* <---- There's your response))
((Well my luck Em will come on and I'll miss stuff and god knows what will happen havent heard from Ari since yesterday morning and I am hoping to hear back and msd))
(Adra, my new character is hiccup, Ed has dissapeared by the way)
Hello Zaf
((alidbnfvljhkfh That's confusing, but okay :P))
*sighs, turning onto her side*
Hi Zaf!
*takes bacon* Thankies! Adra, I've just started.
ParAdra: I sobbed for eight days at the end of Brotherhood. If you're watching the first one... Eh, it's kinda sad but Brotherhood... *looks off into the distance*
Either way, it's brilliant
I'm reading them. Haven't watched any yet.
*Places carrots on top of a duck*
ParAdra: Of course. The books are equally as sad.
Oh.
But they're the ones that are more like the show...
Be prepared to cry.
*picks up the duck*
*throws duck into lake*
Wbd
*frowns* Did I leave my door open?
I don't remember..
Hmm...
Oh well, I'm too lazy
*closes Adra's door*
Thanks!!! *turns on the television, scribbling in her note pad*
ParAdra: *whispers* Kessie
*whispers* What?
*whispers*
Nina
*whispers*
NOPE NOPE NOPE
ParaAdra: Ed.... Ward...
Big...Bro...ther...
Who?
ParaHiccup: He is no longer available
ParAdra: Apologies, Hiccup. I was quoting someone, not our Edward.
*pokes Kessie* Big...Brother... Wanna play?
*runs away, covering ears* Stop it! I'm doing research!
ParAdea: *laughs* And I'm doing religion homework. Your point?
*Adra
How long ago did your wife walk out on you?
Thats ok Adra
ParAdra:.... What?
*nods to Hiccup*
...Nevermind.
*eats a rainbow*
I'm not actually doing research...
ParAdra: I understand.
Procrastination.
Yep. *nods* I'm a pro at it
No! I'm actually, legitimately not doing research. I was being Edward.
ParAdra: *laughs*
Edwin.
Greetings, all.
ParAdra: Mycroft!
If you're still present, that is.
I am afraid I have much to do, most of which is more important than conversing with people who are not my wife, so I shall be quite distant.
Yes, Lady Adra?
Hello Mycroft
Hello Mycroft!
...Wife?
Greetings, Mr. Hiccup.
Yes, Miss LeStarre. Mithria is now legally my wife.
ParAdra: Where are you going for your honeymoon?
*vanishes*
That is actually a good question. i am afraid I do not know. I shall leave it up to Mithria.
...
Perhaps it would be nice to travel to a fantasy land as supposed to real life, purely for the sake of entertainment. Something like when all of you Bloglanders departed for Hogwarts?
*Pouts and makes a whiny noise*
ParAdra: Bye Kessie!
*sips an icee*
ParAdra: You should take her to... The most beautiful place on Earth. *shrugs*
Or Narnia.
Greetings, Miss Rose.
I do not know enough about Narnia to take my wife there. I try not to concern myself with reading more documents than is necessary.
ParAdra: Hi Rose
Perhaps, then, time travel?
*tilts head thoughtfully*
I cannot believe that she is actually my wife...
In a pleasant way, I mean.
Hello Rose
*eyes widen*
Time travel would be perfect. In fact, Miss September is studying her tedious history documents now, so perhaps she could help me out.
Mr. Hiccup, I am afraid I cannot give you a proper introduction nor a real taste of who I truly am.
Miss September is very afraid of the consequences of being herself at the current moment. That is why she has resorted to putting on a mask and daintily walking around exchanging pleasantries, or as daintily as a very large man with a lot of body weight can manage.
Ok Mycroft
Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Hiccup. I hope to meet you properly soon.
parAdra: *nods* It's up to you for the time period, however..
We may as well go on a general tour.
Perhaps the future would be nice as well?
ParAdra: It would have to be years from now, perhaps- you can never tell, really.
Too soon, and you catch yourselves. And then that starts a whole chain reaction...
HELLO EVERYONE!!!!!!! (in a really good mood) :P
So whats going on and how are you all?
Very true, Lady Adra. How are you feeling, by the way?
Greetings, Mr. Saint.
I'm glad somebody's in a good mood in this godforsaken place.
Miss September is not ready to talk right now.
Hi Mycroft! Oh right, then. Us she okay?
Is**
Hello Rhydian
ParAdra: Rhydian! *hugs*
And how do you mean, Mycroft?
She will be fine in an hour or two.
It is merely a side affect of the panic attacks.
Hi Hiccup! (I know you're Ed)
Hi Adra! I mean, hi ParaAdra!
So, how are ya two?
ParAdra: That doesn't sound too good, Mycroft. I hope she is alright
Yes,I was Ed. Fine thanks, yourself?
ParAdra: *laughs* Were to begin....
*Where
I'm really good Hiccup! Went out with my friends yesterday. Had a great time!
ParAdra: And no, I am not a Homestuck fan. But I know Ember is, so hopefully that cheered her up??
Begin from the beginning, my dear.
Also, this momentary problem is a good thing, signaling the end of a very long and potentially problematic issue.
brb, dinner
I did wonder whether or not that was Alternian typing...
It's your name, correct?
ParAdra: *nods* It was. I do hope I succeeded with fangirl-ness. *tosses a strife thingy at her* *hugs Dave*
In any case...
No, no- just the basics. My hormones are driving me insane.
Msd. Internet been dodgy fir days now. Ads ignore the email I just sent you
ParAdra: Yes. Well, my best attempt at spelling. *facepalms* It was hard.
Thank you, my dear.
*gives Adra a very quick, light hug*
Gtg now :( Bye! (I'll be back later
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Bye!
I should probably take my leave as well. I have been here for more than half an hour--a fact that shocks me slightly, in actual fact.
Goodbye.
*looks completely shocked* Of..course?
Bye Rhydian! *hugs* Yayyyhhyyy
ParAdra: Bye Mycroft!
*sits down wit her breakfast*
ParAdra: *sits there* Hmm. What to do.
Back
ParAdra: hi!
*is back* I'M BACK!! Reality got boring.
I'm still really really really really happy!!!! :D
Hello Parrallel Adra
Hello Rhydian
HI HICCUP!!!
HI ADRA!!!!!!
ParAdra: *laughs* As it usually does. *pulls out a knife*
*begins chopping up a tomato*
Okay. I'm playing the Walking Dead app and mum turned out the lights and my dog is having a nightmare and is growling at something... I'm scared... Lol... Kill me...
HI DEATH! HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES!!!!!!!! HOW ARE YOU?!?!?!?
ParAdra: *screams, falling over a log* AH SPIDER
Hello Death
ParAdra: haha. Dark Skies...
*reels back and takes a stick, beating the spider with it*
Spider? *runs for the hills*
Brb. :)
Spiders *Places carrot on spider*
ParAdra: *throws it into the fire* AH
Back. Wbd. Msd coz I'm going to the corner shop
ParAdra: *tears up* what have I done...
IM OMSORRY!
*begins sobbing*
((Or here)
*walks along the pavement*
*cries* I'm sorry, spider!
*buys self chocolate*
*begins to walk home*
*mood changes* YOU DESERVED IT! I WAS EATING! *kicks at the fire*
Mushah
Gtg now. Walking about my local area. Cya!
ParAdra: Bye Rhydian!
*picks up the remains of the spider* You are but dust now. Go. Be free.
Bye Rhydian
ParAdra: *throws the ashes into the wind* *they fly off* *she salutes them*
brb
ParAdra: *eats more food*
Aww... Hell! Now after the first episode, you have to buy the rest!? Damn! I'm going to sleep... I'm working tomorrow... Ugh...
Rhy, yeah, I'm good... I was terrible earlier though... No one was on to see the comment though... Thank God... Yourself?
Night!!
Crap. Dog just moaned... I am becoming scared sh*tless!
ParAdra: *waves*
Hmm... I wonder what's going on in the catacombs...
Catacombs? What?
ParAdra: Underground. The werewolves and channellers..!
Hello all! I have returned
So what have I missed
Hello Rhydian
Werewolves? channellers?
ParAdra: ah.... Yeah. Huge fight. Lots of blood.
Hi Hiccup!
Werewolves? Channellers? Wtf is going on?
Hello.
Rhydian, I don't know what's going on
What fight adra?
Hello Dragona
Hi Dragona! How are you?
ParAdra: there's been a fight down there for a few days... A lot of people died. And I'm not sure what's been going on- I was in a space ship
Oh, just so some of you know (in case you didn't) there's a new update for the iOS that fixes a few bugs... It also makes navigating through tabs faster and it's making me trip out...
ParAdra: I haven't updated yet..
I'm fine thanks. On Mass Effect I just kind of had a fight with four of the most powerful creatures on the game at the same time because I'm powerful like that. It was hard, but I managed it xD
Bearing in mind it was at point blank range too, so they were launching attacks at me and trying to kill me whilst I was trying to drain their energy one at a time.
But then I changed my character back to an Infiltrator because I like being one. :)
Oh right Adra. Sounds pretty bad. How can I get down there? (we should build the catacombs in Minecraft)
Parallel Adra, did you enjoy your flight? ^^
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK FUCK FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
ParAdra: ((workkkkk uhh :3 ofc)) Follow me! *walks int the barn*
Mycroft/Ember!?!?
*follows ParAdra*
I SPENT TWO FUCKING HOURS ON SOMETHING IW AS NOT SUPPOSED TO FUCKING DO AND I THINK I AM GOING TO SHOOT OMSBDOY BECAUSE I JUST THINK I AM SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS I AM GOING TO THROW THE BITCH WHO CAME UP WITH THIS DICK-SUCKING CURRICULUM OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW AND KICK THEM UNTIL THEIR TEETH COME OUT
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