Good beautiful morning to you, anons.
Anon woke up still celebrating.
Ruthie's dead.
She's been dead, but she's FINALLY dead.
It's gonna be a beautiful chaos.
Anon has slacked off enough in celebration. Time to earn muh bread and throw some Ruthie redpills out this lovely morn. Adios til tonight, anons.
Can't you feel load getting lighter?