I Do Love Ponies. Wish

What Would I Do Without You? I'd Die Of Stress And Depression Before Nature Killed Me.

Maybe You Should Just Press The Button

Movement From Brenda Grabbed Thomas's Attention. He Looked To See Her Drop The Knife Away From Minho And Step Back, Absently Wiping The Small Trace Of Blood There On Her Pants. "i Really Would've Killed You, Ya Know," She Said In A Slightly Scratchy Voice. Almost Husky. "charge Jorge Again And I'll Sever An Artery." Minho Wiped At His Small Wound With His Thumb, Then Looked At The Bright Red Smear. "that's One Sharp Knife. Makes Me Like You More.

Never Give Up, Laugh A Lot. Be Good To Others.

Anybody Else Wanna Pee Their Pants And Cry For Mommy?