CHRIS!
CHECK THE FUCKING BREAD!
"Success with the product of BigN and c in (e,1)"
You know that he can't turn our heads to the final point before it's time.
If we find it, then it's time.
Simple as that.
Not only can Patriots not sleep, I don't have a circadian rhythm anymore.
At best you could say I work on a late night European schedule, when I do finally knock out.
It's horrendouc that it looks like a normal fat chick and you just can't happen to see her head through her "arms"…
God damn.
Yeah well.
I had to rally the troops somehow.
And then it became a thing.
And now I'm a Master Baiter.
Up for another round of shadow boxing, with your tea?
Don't cry for me, Danny Boy.
I don't hate HIM.
They had a few good songs.
If you wanna has a chat about [IT], I'm game.
Not comedy, Puns.
God LOVES puns. And Laughter.
God didn't whisper or say "let there be dank"…
It was boisterous with a mighty KEK.
I am already in the future, waiting on you to join {Us}.
Mark
If you come across access to Netfucks, there's an Indian (dot, not feather) movie called "OMG" based on the book "The Man Who Sued God".
It's fucking amazing.
>Be British
>See Hindu peeps
>Give 'em a name
>Call 'em Hindi..ans. Hindians. That sounds good.
>Be not UKfag
>Hear Indians.
<H'Indians.
le sigh