To my friends...


My friends got me a present. A tattoo! It's right on my lower back, and his little parrot head peeks out. It's fabulous! Thank you everyone.

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Anonymous said…
Ooooooh looking sexy!
2:00 AM
Nadia Ravenswick said…
I'm with Orchid on this. *giggles*
7:14 PM
Zillah said…
*bites his tongue...*
12:19 AM
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