WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS. IT'S SICKNESS TIME.
WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS.
It's a cold night on the trail. You're traveling at a pace that's almost, what's that, grueling? Just about. The sunlight is fading and the darkness is setting in, as night befalls your dusty wagon train. You start to slow, the trains ahead of you coming to a stop. You're about to gather 'round for another rest break, eh? ( Read more... )
It's a cold night on the trail. You're traveling at a pace that's almost, what's that, grueling? Just about. The sunlight is fading and the darkness is setting in, as night befalls your dusty wagon train. You start to slow, the trains ahead of you coming to a stop. You're about to gather 'round for another rest break, eh? ( Read more... )
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Snakes suck out loud.
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what a sad telepath. :( if only he were telekinetic.
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His life remains a paragon of integrity and respect.
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