Olivessence
Robert
Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa
Jesus Christ Our King & Redeemer.
God Our Heavenly Father & Creator.
The Holy Spirit That Grants Us Wisdom & Discernment.
Jesus Christ Our King & Redeemer.
God Our Heavenly Father & Creator.
The Holy Spirit That Grants Us Wisdom & Discernment.
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3239 day(s) since last ban
Lucidity Dec 24, 2025 @ 9:41pm 
Hi, Olive ^_^ Hi, Jes :3
🌸 Nymmii 🌸 Oct 15, 2025 @ 10:33am 
Heyy Luci <3! Hahaha what the crap did I just read! Maaaaan, I could download it and see whats going on in there, ill think about it, last time I got on there it was dead
Olivessence Oct 15, 2025 @ 10:23am 
My two favorite gals, now start making out I am rolling the cameras, don't worry I won't tell Albert, mind if my ex husband watches too? anyways when u gunna come back to CO Jess you weird little bug lover, we all know how you LOOOOOVVVVEEEE Australian wolf spiders especially when they be carrying their babies on their backs & you wack em :D oh how love watching poor Jess squirm when she sees bugs... <3 :P <3
Lucidity Oct 15, 2025 @ 9:47am 
Olive <3
Hey, Jes :3
Olivessence Oct 7, 2025 @ 4:30am 
FOR YOUR INFORMATION W O M A N it wasn't a handbag it was my Trick Or Treat bag that had lased gummy bears in it I got from a kind stranger! O K A Y!? Also the lased gummy bears made me so high I could even peek into you & Albert's room!!! My EYES! MY SANITY OH NO! I can't even.. E V E N WITH THIS!!!
🌸 Nymmii 🌸 Oct 5, 2025 @ 11:53am 
The Case of the Missing Clutch
The gentleman, Olivessence, wept,
For his stylish new handbag was swept
Away on the breeze,
Or dropped on his knees,
Or perhaps with a stranger it slept.
"It wasn't a man-bag!" he cried to his friend,
"It was sleek, it was clutch, it was right to the end
Of its beautiful strap!
Now where is the trap
That's holding my cash and my trend?"
He searched 'neath the sofa, he looked in the hall,
He blamed his pet parrot for chewing it all.
Then he sighed, quite deflated,
And finally stated:
"It's just where I left it—right here on the wall."
(It was hanging on a hook, where it perfectly fit,
But he swore he'd been robbed of the thing, just a bit!)