Shakespeare Is Just Some Bloke Who Keeps

Vaisey Looked Like A Startled Earwig.

Your Soul Shines Through Even If You Haven't Got Mascara On

I Am Going To Become A Writer For Cosmo - You Don’t Have To Make Any Sense At All. Or Maybe I’ll Be A Bloke, They Don’t Have To Make Sense Either.

Honestly, What Planet Do These People Live On? And Why Isn't It Farther Away?

Jas, You Are Three Hundred Miles Away. You Would Have To Have Nunga-nungas The Size Of France For Jock To Be Able To Rest His Hand On Them.