its officially the apocalypse.
this is basically what my nightmares look like. except that in my dream my legs turn into crayons(crowns) and are continually melting as im trying to run down an endless alley from the giant spider robot that shoots lazers. what.
proof that ANYONE can be bought.
thanks big mike, youre a peach..... what? peach?
proof that anyone can be bought.
anyone can be bought.
anyone can be bought.
that was a pretty quick, depressing decline there eh?
how about this to cheer you up:
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