why complain about 16...makes no sense... you're 16... young , vibrant. world in your palms. wait until you're 80 and you just ate some corn and had a whole lot of prune juice. Then complain to me when you're laying face down and you have some grown man changing your adult diaper.
marking calendar... March 27... 2050...call up thai on my holographic vid phone... spit corn in his eye and pour prune juice down his bony backside...
