aye, it's that cold, Frater.
Here, warm your soul:
"May the Saints protect ye-
An' sorrow neglect ye,
An' bad luck to the one
That doesn't respect ye
t' all that belong to ye,
An' long life t' yer honor-
That's the end of my song t' ye!
Sunt semper 2
o7
sparklin' and sent
mine started to slip back in the Matrix last week. many are