My name is Achmed.
Duh.
Don't use my other name. You're not my friend, tard.
k.
Does anybody else here notice the way sugar has to do an epic happee dance over scraps of garbage I give her?
I give her a teensy piece of information that meant nothing, that I was happy to part with bc nobody fuckin cares about it.
And she jumps all over it like she's the mastermind who put Osama Bin Laden in his grave.
You're hilarious, sugar.