suddenly a million ducks start flying around the bar, and the guy says ‘what, you think i wished for a 12 inch pianist?’
suddenly a million ducks start flying around the bar, and the guy says ‘what, you think i wished for a 12 inch pianist?’
hopefully they don’t use the historic solution of cannon fodder.
winter is coming
thats not a strawman, its burningman.org
imagine the lucrative never-audited military contracts.
this will only work if its accepted on the other side.
whats wrong with gold? they running out?
Codename: Jenga