This Christmas, please please Jesus by promising never again to fiddle yiz'er mickeys.
Best wishes,
Holy Healy (pp. God).
P.S. If you don't you won't get any fucking presents.
P.P.S. Number.
OR "A MISHMASH OF PURE AND UTTER SHITE"
This blog aims to educate those who aren't familiar with the working of your standard Chronocomsimplohyetocamstothermohygrobaranebramulator.
Thus, in the end, all will perish.
However, those holding lifetime subscriptions to natgeo will not, praise be to God.
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