Scratch...
Scratch...
Scratch...
Scratch...
I am not scratching my brain for blogging ideas.
Scratch...
Scratch...
Scratch...
Why is it so itchy when there is no mosquito?
Scratch... my back...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Fifi's grass lice is at my seat, behind me!!!!
Oh my.... Don't ask how it looks like. It is as flat as pancake and flushed down into sewage by now. It is BLACK and full of blood... It is round with invisible legs, unless you have microscopic eyes.
Now I am so itchy psychologically.
Scratch..........
1 comment:
you reminded me of a horror movie where the actress scratches all her flesh and blood out from her arms~~ @_@"
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