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These are the tales that depict the psychotic nature of teenagers on Sugar Highs. If this is offensive, obviously you have no sense of humor and shall be torn a new asshole if you complain. Nobody likes a complainer. This means you. Yes you. Jackass. IF infact you do feel the need to complain, please send all presents (e.g: sugar), admiration letters, and hatemail to this address and you will be compensated with a complimentary guppy. (Note: Guppy will be dead and decaying with new and improved Rancid Stench. Does not require proper funeral and may be buried, burned, or thrown in front of moving traffic at owner's will and preference). Due to an extremely unfortunate mishap, these are the only remaining tales of psycho meL and her insane buddies. They are being re-written as we speak. All I can say is Fuck You Angelfire. Fuck You. |