You can call me Jillian. Please don't ever call me Jill.
I am a drunken poet (a damn good one)
| Me: | a poem for a friend...I rhink of you when I am drunk and I wonder whyyou don't smell like a skunk. I wish I could put you in a trunk...but not in a creepy way you nunk? It's not 10 o'clock but hens like chalk. That rhymes. A poem. you're welcome. |
| Me: | Now it's 11:37 and I feel like I'm in heaven. Playing Diablo 3 like I'm livin in a tree. Eating cheddar ruffles let's all do the truffle shuffle. |
| Me: | Word. |
| Me: | Thank you auto correct you save me like a net. I wish wr could've met and made a hefty bet. |
| Me: | Word. |
