Bloody_Mary_Bonney

to be honest when i saw french toast the first thing that poped into my head was sour cream

so long holly?

when i'm in a relationship i dont flirt with the men folks i dont find a need

well i hope my noodles and oil dosnt taste like that

that sounds good

darth vader

yarrr

preping for a cat nap

ren faire

thank ye i hope i do to.... sigh i'm to busy to be sick dangit

wrong time to look at the conversation

october is a party month for me

picnic time!

and potato chips!

creative! see i play as a daughter of pan (greek goat god) so it being a goat wagon i'm just going to have to save up so that i can have a ride around faire lol.

samiches

The great selkie HE GREAT SELKIE Words traditional In Norway there dwelt a maid, "By'loo my baby," she begins, Saying "Little know I my baby's father, Or if land or see he's living in." Then there arose at her bed's foot A grumley ghaist, I'm sure was he, Saying "Here am I, thy baby's father, Although that I'm not comely." "I am a man upon the land And I am a selkie in the sea. And when I am in my own country My dwelling is Shule Skerry." Then he's taken out a purse of gold And he has put it upon her knee, Saying "Give to me my little wee son, And take thee up thy nurse's fee." And it shall come to pass on a summer's day, When the sun shines bright on every stone, That I shall take out my little wee son And teach him for to swim in the foam." "And you shall marry a gunner good, And a proud young gunner I'm sure he'll be, And he'll go out on a fine May morning And kill both my young son and me." And lo, she did marry a gunner good, And a fine young gunner I'm sure was he, And ther very first shot that he did shoot It killed both the son and the Great Selkie In Norway there dwelt a maid, "By'loo my baby," she begins, Saying "Little know I my baby's father, Or if land or sea he's living in."

suffering from a cold but at least i got some coffee cake to comfort me

peanut butter?

i want it to be october

awe its so cute i want one

rob zombie- pussy licker

Mary comes prancing covered in henna tatto's and a scarf of bells wrap round her hips with a certain cling clang as she walks.

worn down and worn out

home made coffee cake