A beastieful emptiness, a pocketful nothing
Nick: 'Tis with pride that I looketh upon the proud beasts of the land, leaving their mark on these hallowed grounds!
Gregor: What are you on about mate? They're just sheep, shitting!
Aaron: Oh fer fucksake, do I have to shovel the grass again?
Inga kommentarer:
Skicka en kommentar