| Heil him like there's no tomorrow! |
| My gallery is for the retarded only. |
| These are the things that are more epic than God. |
| I'm a lass called Mared From the land of Wales Where we suffer from violent Rains, winds and hail. We're famed for our lamb Which graze on our land. Don't go near Sunny Rhyl; Someone's pissed on the sand. We love to sing, To recite and dance. However, we somehow got ourselves Banned from France. Our language is so beautiful, It'll make you weep, But apparently we tend to Shag our own sheep. We love to farm It's what we do! However, our fields Are filled with poo. Our towns and villages Are cheery and small But don't come to my town; We've vandalized the town hall. Daffodils and leeks Are the things we cherish Don't touch them, bitches, Or you will perish. Our accent is unique It's an accent we all have! Except for those foreigners And those bloody chavs. Lord, we love St. David! He stood on a mound of grass So we could hear him preach And view his lovely ass. We're proud of our dragon Which stands tall and red So fuck you, England, Your dragon is dead! So come along To our land so pretty! But to be honest It's also quite shitty. |

Your signature and icon make me happy.
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You lost the game.
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You Must Be Joking D:
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...wait, why did I say that?
this way for a free hug --> [link]
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...wait, why did I say that?
this way for a free hug --> [link]
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THE GAME.
I dare you to click this.
Hello! Feel free to chat with me! I don't bite - although I do cause brain damage, hyperventilating and mass hysteria when I grin at people.
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...wait, why did I say that?
this way for a free hug --> [link]
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THE GAME.
I dare you to click this.
Hello! Feel free to chat with me! I don't bite - although I do cause brain damage, hyperventilating and mass hysteria when I grin at people.
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