Wilder/Stereotypes

Thoughts

What I am.. Normal!? Well looks like maybe not.. With all the fucked up shit I keep seeing around this town, I guess they could exist. Appendix rupturing attempting cockholsters. Wait, what? Fucking campfire stories. Or maybe not. Shit.. God damned zombies, I swear the beach is fucking /swimming/ with them. And that fucking storm? FUCK THAT NOISE. These.. I like, Sugar and spice and you fucking know everything nice.. Least from what I have seen and touched upon of them.