Wednesday, April 9, 2008

My Little Master Chief makes me cut myself.



Who would have thought that there would be a custom my-little-pony contest? I wouldn't, I couldn't, I can't.

I'm going to cry myself to sleep now.







It really feels as if God came down and took everything that I have ever loved, put them in a big pile, and then pooped all over it...

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