They want to.
The beam replies: "Oh, just give me a moment."
Let's be avenue.'
Mourning wood.
A voice from the back of the bar shouts back, "You don't have enough ammo, mate!"
Cause he was fullllly sik m8.
Because they die in them.
The husband.
He got dog-piled. Me: He made a lot of groundage before getting put down. Husband: Yardage. Tackled. PLEASE LEAVE.