Yea, I don't think so.
Dog Latin. Gibberish.
You are out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean on a pathetic excuse for a boat. Everywhere you look there is water. For miles and miles and miles. No islands, just water. On the horizon and way beyond. The sea is churning and there is a big, fucking storm brewing and it is headed straight towards you.
This is the situation that the United States of America finds itself in today. That water? That is the corruption. It is everywhere and permeates everything. You are stuck right in the middle of it all on a boat that is barely seaworthy and the options are few and far between. This gets straightened out how? And by who?
Thanks Mike. Got it.
>We may be fucked.
We're fucked alright. We are adrift at sea and no one is coming to save us. I hate losing.
Perhaps.
Meoff. Mr. Jack Meoff.
She is incredible.
Recognize the flag, what is this young man talking about?
He's also a faggot.