I foresee…a lot of correct predictions…if you click on this…
War. War never changes. Except in early June.
This is a Queens bound F local train, transfer to the U skip stop train. The next stop is: your sister’s ass, hold for the closing doors.
This is not about the video game ‘Evolve’, don’t worry.
The best thing you’ll read on the internet all day, when Sick, Sad World returns.
Ravenholm: We don’t go there.
They are not all grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat, as it turns out.
We want a batter, not a broken ladder!
Witness the genius of this game.