Joined Mar 2018 ur mom gae
I bet u ate my FRIGGIN gushers
It's a sunday afternoon, everyones getting ready to leave the office. You come out of the lounge and you punch your boss in the face, hold her by her blazer, and look her dead in the eye. "Mother of God, oh dearest boss. I require your oats, my country is in famine". The president and is in the room at that moment. The next morning He's at your door handing you money to buy oats and bring them to your country. You travel back only to find when you left everything had turned into an anarchy where the lemur overlord was leading what was once your troops into forests on a trip to find all of the alpha raccoons. The raining fire and oats covered villages and only the true believers in the rocket goats survived. Crawling out of the fire oats like zombies, god himself turned into a vaccum and inhaled the Earth. And that my friends of non specific ethnic background, is why I hate baked beans.
Thats a nice boulder...it'd be a shame if...something happened to it..
