So essentially, the enemy of my enemy is not my friend, he's just another moronic, entitled turd in the bucket.
I usually have fewer legs.
Don't fucking judge me, I've got tentacles for a face.
Carpal tunnel; sex life over.
She had too many teeth. That night, I wasn't alone. A voice said, you die. He infected me with maggots.
Quote from: The Waffling on April 04, 2015, 06:54:03 pmShe had too many teeth. That night, I wasn't alone. A voice said, you die. He infected me with maggots.sounds more like an eldritch love story.