Now that I have gotten your attention, I will now proceed to tell you that my boyfriend's p***s is actually bigger than yours (no, I have not seen it dramallama ) and that, from looking at Miranda's profile, the quiz on Blogthings about what your birth month "really means" is strangely accurate.
Your Birth Month is November

Tolerant and inspirational, you are wise beyond your years.
You are universally sympathetic and a great humanitarian.
Your soul reflects: Compassion, friendship, and secret love
Your gemstone: Citrine
Your flower: Chrysanthemum
Your colors: Dark blue, red, and yellow
What Does Your Birth Month Mean?
http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/
I mean, I think it's accurate. *strikes a pose*
Take the quiz yourselves, ********. biggrin
Post the outcomes here.
And yes, Peer. My boyfriend's p***s > The Juggarnaut. Why? Because it's not about the height of the businessman; if you can't work the elevator, you're staying downstairs. rofl
And that was Ebby's random bullshit journal entry of the moment. Don't be afraid to reply. :XP:
Your Birth Month is November

Tolerant and inspirational, you are wise beyond your years.
You are universally sympathetic and a great humanitarian.
Your soul reflects: Compassion, friendship, and secret love
Your gemstone: Citrine
Your flower: Chrysanthemum
Your colors: Dark blue, red, and yellow
What Does Your Birth Month Mean?
http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/
I mean, I think it's accurate. *strikes a pose*
Take the quiz yourselves, ********. biggrin
Post the outcomes here.
And yes, Peer. My boyfriend's p***s > The Juggarnaut. Why? Because it's not about the height of the businessman; if you can't work the elevator, you're staying downstairs. rofl
And that was Ebby's random bullshit journal entry of the moment. Don't be afraid to reply. :XP: