I can feel it - my IQ is dropping. All of the stracky grammar and such... Disgusting.
Anyways, I'm rambling. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I do that often.
I am Bel. You may call me Prince the Ripper or Belphegor. Or whatever malenky nick eemya you messel. Unless it's really gloopy, I do not care. I'm a devotchka, in case you would like to know. Chellovecks skazat that I'm a talented writer, and my gulliver is constantly in the clouds for ideas. That means during class I rarely pay… Continue