I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.
No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood
All I see are ankles and wrists--and FYI, you're pulling a Mileyfrickin'-Cyrus with that belly flash. Not attractive.
And love โฆ love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.
I have no words. Sixteen languages, but no words. -Vishous
You're looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her.