Bragh. You people. I keep living, breathing, walking around town, and yet, somehow, despite the fact that this is obviously my sign of surrender, my white flag, you won't leave me alone. You want war.
Alright, fine. You people want to keep poking? Keep scratching the fat red wound that is AmERICa? We'll bleed on you, you bastards.
Alright, fine. You people want to keep poking? Keep scratching the fat red wound that is AmERICa? We'll bleed on you, you bastards.
redvillain:
I'm curious