Stalking My Memories

.... so I am lame. I am a lame depressed loser who fails, BUT I am a lame depressed loser who fails with a sparkle pony, a Mel who has finally finally thank all the gods how the hells did that happen Mel at 77 and thus can rampage through the Argent Tournament for cash and prizes, and a grill. Well, ok, I still need to put the grill together, but anyways.

Will still pr0n fic upon requests, tho.