You sit behind me and all you ever do is fucking whine. I swear to god you don't seem to know how to do anything other than complain about the world.
How the fuck has no one bludgeoned you to death yet? Do I have to step up to the task?
You sit behind me and all you ever do is fucking whine. I swear to god you don't seem to know how to do anything other than complain about the world.
How the fuck has no one bludgeoned you to death yet? Do I have to step up to the task?