She was the tongue of the litter
Stella. Whatta nut.Maledictum evil staples! Thou hath been vanquished by the brave Knight Brother Christian who hath rescued the fair (ahem...) maiden from a tower of upturned nails and folded metal. All to wear the title of Prince Charming. And so you shall.
(Thanks Christian. One day I'll pay you back. I promise...)
posted by Lola @ 9:52 AM
2 Comments:
I miss the Stel.
E.
she misses you, too... or it could be gas...
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