Yeah. So I'm having a little trouble dealing with it.
I'd hit that!(in another 14 years, of course)
I'm pretty sure that was Bindi Irwin, relying on the family name for a sympathy win. I was really expecting one of the judges to give her the buzzer just before the end of the song, but they were apparently all too in awe of the croakidoyle hahntah's dahtah.
Put another barb in the Stevie? What, it's been over a year.LOL, typing with an Australian accent, nice work.
Close... It's not the croak-ah-die ull huntah baybay.It's actually Connie Talbot. A Brit. Same queer linguisting roots, just decidedly less ruffian.Here's her tryout. She's sweetly innocent and a great singer... I just hope she's not ruined by this.WATCH ME, DAMMIT!
Any other clips of this underage angel lying around, Bloof? What's your fascination?
**sigh**Little singing gurls make me cry.There, I said it.
Is that before or after you reach orgasm?
Ask your mother when she comes up for air.
I'm pretty sure her crypt at the mausoleum is air tight, smart ass!(there, how do you feel now?)Doesn't it suck when someone takes good smack talk and drags it down with reality?If it makes you feel any better, my mother-in-law is still alive, so you can use her. Of course, she is battling cancer, so you'd better hurry.
Oh, so I can be pegged a pedophile, but not a necrophile? Not fair.