actually football fans were kids that didn’t feel like they were heard by their mother AND NOW feel like train station platforms are the aptest place for call and response to feel heard by their “chosen family”
football fans are the kids who didn’t get to play marco polo enough so they have now decided that train platforms are the aptest place for call and response
About to fulfil potentially the most dangerous stunt of my lifetime to date. Its 11:22, the day after prom, and I find myself on the island of Thorpe. Or more specifically in the queue line for swarm.