Dell loves the way I fondle her button, really turns her on. She moans at my hard drive, and when I insert my disk, I can feel her underside warm my legs. Her screen glows like my heart, and she really likes to blow with her fans.
(10-20-2021, 09:11 AM)Lopyt Wrote: Dell loves the way I fondle her button, really turns her on. She moans at my hard drive, and when I insert my disk, I can feel her underside warm my legs. Her screen glows like my heart, and she really likes to blow with her fans.
this has to be the worst way you can describe a laptop. I love and hate you for this
Bequeathed and helpless without help in thine ocean of blackest sorrow, that was the night sky, from the sobbing heart of Florancio did emerge a hole, that was the night sky, once usurped by beautiful lady Alathia.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.