To koniec, tak powiedziałem 9 lipca i coś we mnie umarło, gmina jajomyje najlepsza idea w Polsce jest martwa, wciąż nie mogę w to uwierzyć i w snach widzę moją gmine żywą, ale kiedy wstaję nie płacze, gmina jest martwa i pogrzebana, odeszła na zawsze. dowidzenia towarzysze.
@lordvictor Back in the good old days, they used to just kill the actors when the script called for it.
Can't do that nowadays though. Because of woke (and unions)
Outside a saloon. A gang of outlaws stand before me, my hat covers my eyes, my poncho ripples in the wind. You ain’t welcome here, their leader barks. A rolling tumbleweed embeds itself in my leg. I look up revealing that tears and snot are streaming down my face W-why n-nnnot
// petplay
They set a bowl down for you.
“Eat.”
So you eat. You grab a cracker and begin to bite it…
“No. I did not say you could use your hands.”
“Y… you want me… to…?”
“You are a pet, are you not? Pets eat straight out of the bowl. Do it. Now.”