My choom.
My choom.
In with the Hedberg, too. Noice.
RealDoll has entered the chat.
Empire = dirt Crown = thorns/shit (JC/NIN) Chair = liar’s
Over half the congregation can’t find the church.
Yet, still passable with drawn butter and lemon wedges.
“So that’s one McBorscht and a Supersized Failed Missile Launch, amiright guys? ROFL”
“Ugh, I’m so sick of this guy’s shit.”
“Your missiles do suck, tho.”