And you raised this gods-awful thread out of the depths of death to make a snide comment?!
I'd kill you, but I've got this crick in my left ankle. -_-
I'd kill you, but I've got this crick in my left ankle. -_-
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day