O Hail! to the days of wine and typhus,the arrangements of battlefields in early spring,the glory of a factory that rifts your bodybefore it wipes your mind, religions vividas blood sacrifice. Rise up King Pepe!Pwn the noob descending the staircase,these Chads will know the beta’s far cry.
PTSD was straightforwardwhen you could just belt your wife.These days all we have is a toilet stallwhere y ... (read more)