Pompadour

My well is made of velvet and pepperoni.

The sun is a blotch against the navy-blue eyes of the day, and it fades away to a lingering crest of misfortune until all these chords are struck senseless and ...

-29 Its actually Elsa from Frozen. Shes angsty.

I is pasta.

-30 I shalt swear. Oh my frying pan we cannot be losing! Gah! No no no!!

Hello dinosaur that sings ivy songs and hides in sandwiches. How do you do? *waves dazedly*

The ceiling is made of pudding. The last word is made of pie. And it's mineeee. :twisted:

-31 I feel like saying a bad word. But I won't. :P

Rahrahrah. My brain go poof.

-36

Banned for not accepting the ban.

Pfft. Right.

Banned for being tactless towards my predicament. AND I AM NOT ANGRY. *huffs* Well, I am now, but that's besides the point.

Or else what? Teehee.

The Zatter Thats Zolen+Hatter meshed together if you were wondering.