OK. It’s Saturday night. Your brain is soaked in alcohol and no one understands what you say no matter how lucid it is to you. Tell us more tomorrow.
Your brain is soaked in alcohol and no one understands what you say no matter how lucid it is to you. Tell us more tomorrow.
PROTOMORPHING WEASEL SPROCKETS! IF THAT DOESN’T CLARIFY EVERYTHING THEN I REALLY CAN’T HELP YOU!
Just kidding.