pnarp.com — “The last time you asked for my ‘help,’ you wanted me to fly a thousand miles across the damned country with a sackful of pepperoni, just so you could wave it over your head like a maniac and shout some nonsense about pastries plotting against letting you play with your girlfriend’s feet.”
Aug 14, 2010 View in Crawl 4
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It's quiet in here... can you hear the echo?